the addictive

they call it a disease

not a moral failing (anymore);

and to be sure

i'm more than happy to admit

that it's not my fault

by no fault of mine.


but put me out of my misery

kill the body and

the self-consciousness will follow;

just don't let me languish

like this, like the others

to wallow in this mire of a life

this sad world, this miserable existence;

i want more.

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