Poem -
Addiction

This fabricated life
Makes me depend
On youÂ
While my body gets ready
You encourage me
And I cannot help
But notice the damage on your wrists
And you love me, right?
Because I depend
On you
While you brush my hair
And paint my fingernails
I imagine the life that
I could have had
If I did not prefer loyalty.

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