The Addiction
Speaks
to my
depths;
Fantasy
dread
And more
Fantasy;
Walk away
And it
Comes away
With me;
Years pass
Days pass
Always present;
Every
Failure
Is
Success
Every
Success
opportunity
for failure;
My body
aches
Heart pounds
My soul
trembles
And
Decisions,
Curves
to touch
to drink
to inhale
to inject
From
the depths
I seek
help
inside
And
outside;
Alone
I stumble
Together
we
Survive
03 October 2006
Fairytale Poetry 
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