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It started as a bit of fun
It wasn't a need
It was a want
I loved the way you made me feel
I'd breathe you in
Filling my body
Clouding my judgement
Destroying my senses
And before I knew
You had a hold over me
It wasn't fun anymore
No longer a want
You became a need
Imperative to my survival
I needed you to feel "normal"
You took control of my mind
You took control of me
I tried to deny it but
You had a hold over me
I came to my senses
I don't need you
I don't want you
I hate the way you make me feel
It was difficult
Craving you
My body adjusting
Taking back control
And before I knew
I got a hold over you
It wasn't a need
It was a want
I loved the way you made me feel
I'd breathe you in
Filling my body
Clouding my judgement
Destroying my senses
And before I knew
You had a hold over me
It wasn't fun anymore
No longer a want
You became a need
Imperative to my survival
I needed you to feel "normal"
You took control of my mind
You took control of me
I tried to deny it but
You had a hold over me
I came to my senses
I don't need you
I don't want you
I hate the way you make me feel
It was difficult
Craving you
My body adjusting
Taking back control
And before I knew
I got a hold over you
Literature
Despair
D
o
w
n
depressed
Deep in despair
You want to be happy
But it just isn't there
Literature
Answer to love
Love is blind,
Not designed.
Let emotions take over your mind,
You won't find love when confined.
Make it an adventure,
Stop worrying about the future.
Live to make mistakes and failure,
It'll only make love so much sweeter.
The possibilities are always endless,
Never say its hopeless.
Don't be afraid to scream and confess,
Express you're obsessed with finding success to suppress the distress.
Love is to suffer,
Not because it is torture.
It is because we suffer to find love and be together,
So we could heal our hearts with each other.
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Scared
It's the redness of her echos,
how loud they can be.
It's how you know she's crying,
but you can't even see.
My ear is pressed,
right against the door,
tell me, what are you so scared for?
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Old agaaaain. This was written about my battle with my addiction.
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This one is good I'm glad u hav control over it now