Candy

Sun, 01/21/2018 - 15:58 -- Roll

The enticing scent fills my nose,
The bright colors pique my interest.
Smells sweet, yet sour, and oddly addicting.
It fills me with energy as I laugh and jump.

More, more, more.
It's never enough.
But as long as I don't run out,

One sweet, another sour,
It fills the emptiness I feel in my chest.
What was I doing? Thinking?

Was it important?
Was it good?
Was it bad?
Harmful?

It doesn't matter.
My thoughts swirl in a whirlpool of excitement and adrenaline fills my veins.

More, more, more,
Until my mind can't take anymore.
It won't even matter if I die.

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