My Fuel

August 16, 2018

its the fuel that keeps me going

i need it all day and night

without it i feel empty

i feel cold inside

i dont care how i get affected

as long as i feel good

i dont care how it affected others around me

i only care how it affects me

but i want to care

and i want to stop

but i dont know how

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