When I talk to you... I feel like an addict after a relapse..
Shamed guilty.. and just a little raw..
You're like poison to my soul, and yet I miss the initial rush
I wish I could rip your roots out with one vicious pull
And yet the seed of you still grows and festers
Calling me, Haunting me, Hurting me
And now I let it go
and just breathe .. free of you
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Actually, that was nicely written... yes it is a poem btw!
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