Like Frosts woods it's lovely, dark and deep, and now I ponder if Frost had something in common with me, for I have my word to keep, which is ever more difficult on short sleep, it's my addiction, my addiction I hate, yet love, makes me weep, all the color in the woods, sucked out and seeped, like a best friend who is more like your worst, anything good gone, like it never even had been, like a giant circulating door from Hell, I end up back where I started again, the shame comes with the lies, the loss of friends, good byes, the more time passes, the more alone I come to be, why do I still reside, have I something special, have I?,I most definitely do not, it's hard to understand, the only thing I'll always have, wants me at my last, yet I refuse to go subtlety, the way this disease wants me to leave, may that be my answer, too stubborn to give in to the cancer, light at the end of the woods I see, there, maybe there I'll find what I really need, Frost and I shoulder to shoulder, thick as thieves.

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