My Addiction
Slowly fading, slowly awakening
My truth behind what was waiting to be revealed
For many years it was sealed, so no one could fathom the depths of my addiction
Just like a chameleon revealing it was camouflage,
My addiction tried to slip out like it was never wrong
All my decisions that caused nothing but afflictions came from my addiction
My once black rose is now bright red from cleaning up my mess
Throwing away what wasn't necessary for my life
Folding everything that was nice since
All my decisions, caused nothing but afflictions came from my addiction
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