May 6, 2017; 11:05pm

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As the tears run down my face,
Full of emotion,
Pain,
And the other feelings from my lost soul..

Tears hold secrets,
To many to tell.
Nothing phases me,
When I'm under this spell.

The feeling of being lost,
Scared,
Lonely,
The feelings of not wanting anyone..
Or anything

I just can sense you now,
Your controlling feeling.
Never wanting to wake up,
Never wanting to show my face..

I wish I could be helped,
But I don't know how,
If there is something that can help me..

I don't want medication,
I don't want another person,
Another thing to mess me up,
Especially me being so vulnerable,

When you cast your spell,
You take me over.
No longer sober from you..
No longer innocent..


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