Losing track of was real

don´t know who I am,

this addiction killing my heart

slowly, pulling my body apart.

Thinking on it all the time,

sleepless nights,

in the mirror someone, I don´t recognize

I never thought it will be so hard

taking roots deep inside,

whispering in my mind.

This madness I have to end,

before takes everything away.

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Addicted to air and food and water

the rest is optional