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Addicted

The Things I'm Addicted To

Addicted

The smell of burning flesh
The blood when its fresh
The nicotine hitting my lungs
A noose that is hung
Harmful words falling off my lips
Painful cuts upon my hips
Sleeping til my body aches
Staying awake for days on ends
Eating til my stomach hurts 
Over my toilet I hurl
Watching my skin form a bruise
My lungs burning as I down booze
These are the things I'm addicted to
My mind runs through and through
These emotions a bobber 
My heart a fish my mind a hook
I forever feel like a bother
You will regret the day you truly ask for a look
I continue to hope my brain turns off
Instead it continues to tie itself in knots
Burns, cuts, booze
Hurling, smut, food
These are the things im addicted to

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Marion

Great write Dani ⚘⚘

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Tony Taylor

Exceptional poetic honesty DANI......had to feel good to write this........ALL STARS!!....well done!!......and......in case no one has said so!!......WELCOME to COSMO!!....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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Jim "The Lad" ....

self reflection, one of the hardest things to do in life! we are harder on ourselves than sometimes others are to us. I was addicted to many things and could do nothing, until I found the true incentive! don't give up! keep going, you are already helping others by posting this poem! welcome to Cosmo!..............Jim

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Gwendoline

Hello Dani 
An amazing raw write that sucks the reader into that darker place. Wonderfully worded. It takes courage to share such poetry. Total admiration for your openness and honest writing here. Welcome to Cosmo 
Gwen x

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