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by Meagan Adelle Oct 13, 2009
Dark, fantasy /
With these cards life dealt, I fold
Easier to die than live in a world so cold
Relapse, I begin to shake
Reality is a nightmare, and I will never wake
Coffee, cigarettes, addiction, a bottle
Finger on the trigger, I'm going, full throttle
The intent of this addiction is my death
It'll never stop until my last breath
As I begin breaking, aching, fading, crying
I say I'm okay, know I'm lying
I'm screaming, fiending, hating, dying
Forget fighting, I've given up trying.
In a world so cold,
With these cards, I fold.
You captured the perfect emotions in this poem job well done 5/5