I need to open my eyes I clearly can't see, been telling myself some lies that I truly
believed.
Got trapped in some games I can't really complain, after all at the start I'm so willing to play.
When shit gets deep I'm quickly emotionally spent, I should have seen it coming, I observed all the hints.
With nothing to gain and only myself to blame. It hurts most becoming a product of my own pain.
But I know I'll do it again, fuck, when will I learn. I guess when it's mine, I like watching it
burn.
If you want to fuel it a bit too then just wait your turn, it's obvious that misery of self is something for I yearn.
Like this area in my life this poem has no end, but to all that care, it's not about my drug addiction
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