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It tears through me
cuts, shreds
It rips me apart
It is a part of me
It runs through my veins
It has become my life source
Yet it is killing me slowly.
I’ve allowed it to take over
And I don’t think I can stop it.
It destroys
It has ruined me
and so it will ruin you
through me.
And only I will be left
to blame.
It is a tricky thing,