I think awhile back,
I just knew,
I'm a victim of my past,
Which isn't anything new,
I know that's true,
That I attack myself,
For the pain,
For the attention,
I swear it didn't always be this way,
I'm just prone to break,
And it happens every time,
Everyday and night,
I know it's true,
That I am the problem,
To myself,
I am the problem,
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PoetrySadness can become addicting, when you have nothing else to feel. After your broken nothing can be the same. Slowly life can become a burden, slowly you can fade away. All it takes is one moment and your life can be forever changed. All it takes is...
