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addiction
by Deborah Richards

Thursday, November 20, 2003

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this is my nightmare, my awaken dream, it is the haunting that does not let me sleep, and the thought that tosses me from side to side,

i have fought it for my time, my hours, myself, it is my obsession, my step away from insainty,

drowseness is my thought of forever, in this state, and i am the letter in each word i write,

it's controll is my struggle, my fight and my belief in begging no.

yes my capture has a turn table, like the throwing of the dice, yes it's my will of this cause that will not let me think, it awakes me in my night's, and it is the image of my stare,

yes my addiction is the haunting of a fall, a picture that playes over and over again in my second's, minutes, hours, and days, a pain that co-exsist, a sharing of a twin that was not,

it is the realizaton of hurt, it is my pill in twilight, for it does not let me sleep in comfort, yes the pill is my tragedy, my ronnie,


the dose of time replaying again, everytime i awake, a cold dark place that does not let me see, my addiction is love of another, that's apart of my soul,

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Reviewed by Libby Stone (Reader) 11/20/2003
Beautiful thought provoking write, Deborah. Loved it!
Blessings,
Libby
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