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My body cringes
when I see the blade.
The heart quickens,
goosebumps creep
slowly onto my skin.
Painful pleasure
rattles its bars,
wanting to break free.
But it is held back.
No, relapse hasn't happened.
It roars in impatience,
but addiction has not
taken over again...
Hands...
Heart beating...
Soft eyes...
Pure explosions of love.
Warmth.
They surround me.
They suppress and many times
defeat addiction and depression.
They are what keeps me going.
Though, even with all that,
it can be hard to tame
the beast of addiction and
the tormentor of depression.
Addiction and depression
often catch and pin me down
slowly, destroying me,
but warmth grabs a hold
and pushes the two off.
And this warmth,
is why I can stand here
as it wraps around me.
My hands entangled with
warmth's hands bring
sheer
bliss
and
love.
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You described the need, not want, really well.
People who go through it can relate almost to a 't'.
The simple way you wrote that the need was there, but not the want, like an instinct you couldn't get away from.
Just my interpretation, however.
It was a beautiful piece.
People who go through it can relate almost to a 't'.
The simple way you wrote that the need was there, but not the want, like an instinct you couldn't get away from.
Just my interpretation, however.
It was a beautiful piece.