addicted

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crushed moth wings under fluorescent lights
or at least that's what it looks like
the promise of cold
after the high, how do u really feel?
does the euphoria still claw its way out of you,
like it used to?
it's been a year and you can't erase the marks

was the flight worth it?
you said you never felt sicker than you did when you hit the ground
some hit it running
running for the next hit
the next flight
the next pulse through your veins

the hills
can't hide you
like you thought they would
your prayers
don't taste sweet
like you thought they would

you said you never felt sicker than you did
but couldn't you feel the want?
the need?
did those wings carry you where you wanted?

one way or another
the bulbs always burn out,
when you fly for too long

-a cry for help

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