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37th Shade of Inksanity





Did you ever try to detox yourself
from a lover who became an addiction
while you weren't fully paying attention
Did you try to say no to them
Asking yourself how did this happen again
How do I repeatedly attract this
Right now my brain is hurting
Hurting from wondering why you can't be found
Why time after time our Fridays go this way
Why it even took more than once for me to realize
Do I have a learning disability
Do I enjoy breaking my heart open
Or do I like to bleed to feed my vampire quill
This must be the definiton of insanity
Torture out a poem like a masochist
allowing myself to be pushed to the breaking point
Only then reaching for the next hand
It is definitely a sickness
I'm completely submissive to a muse
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  1. research paperSeptember 21, 2012 at 2:43 PM

    I admire the way you present the most complex aspect of human thinking...at times we do indulge us in such thoughts that make us feel out of the world...very expressive post

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