The Duty of Living

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Highly effective
Subdermal injection
Raised on cartoons
and nicotine
What were they expecting?
I like my addiction
It's brings me out of the bubble
I hate my confliction
All it's brought me is trouble
I can't bare to feel a thing now
Sorry wounded receptors
The synapse fails to happen
I fail again,
hello relapse!
It sets in
For another however-so-long
Until a desperation
To find
Self Reflection
In the realm
Of Escape
Some never exit your gate
To be placed in the sun
For drying out
And taking space

Pain.
The duty of the living

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