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Addictions

Stuck in the frost tossed by the wind and crossed by him.

At any cost it's an opportunity lost,

I'd like to boast but it's always an almost.

So engrossed in this addiction with no restriction as if it's only fiction.

Had high hopes tried to cut the rope couldn't cope.

Went up the slope couldn't get down went around without a turnaround had a melt down.

There came that name the one to blame the one I couldn't tame.

Had to frame me in his stupid game.

Made me the oppressor when he was the possessor.

Hes fearsome while im the victim.

Won't lie it gets me high but yet I die a little inside.

I don't want others to disappear because im feared.

It's strange how I want change when I can't be arranged.

It's sad how i've gone mad, like a bull full of rage inside a cage.

Yet I put myself inside because of my awful pride that collides with my other side can't deny.

Halt it's no ones fault but my own cause I haven't "grown".