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Look how you’ve reduced me,

Because I allowed you to seduce me,

Allowed you to charm me into blissfully giving in,

We lusted for each other and wrapped ourselves in sin.

You became a drug and I your fiend.

Not having a taste of you left me on a fukked up lean.

Lately I’ve been weary, full of conviction.

How did I allow myself to fall through the cracks and let you

Become my addiction.

I’m hell bent and no longer content.

With your burned out faded glory.

I have to re-habilitate myself and re-write my story.

But how am I going to do it when I need another hit?

I’m fighting with myself not to call you, sometimes I can’t handle this.

You’re the 1st one to go in this process of elimination.

Needing now more then ever my emancipation,

I need to be free of you who took control.

The person I became is someone I don’t know.

I’m weary, slowly regaining my sense of self.

There’s a new book being written leaving the old one on the shelf.

I’m fighting this addiction and still going through withdrawal

At times my body wants you but I don’t need you anymore.

My skin is getting clearer as traces of you are disappearing,

My sanity is returning your lies were taken off the ceiling.

The scribes were painted over; a mural takes its place.

I walk out of my old life after rehab thankful for his grace.

A new day is upon me, blessed I am.

I gave you up, my drug, no longer addicted to that man.