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Addiction
10/13/2022

Addiction…  Addiction…

Feeling used up and afflicted.

Didn’t know it was this hard to get off of a prescription. Suicide by wounds of self-inflicted.

It’s not a substance in my body, but something they forced into my mind.

Got me feeling like I’m always on someone else’s time. A like and a follow, I have to get.

“How are they gonna feel about this fit when I pull up in a bit” Am I doing enough? Too much? Are they even interested?

Invested in someone else’s perception can’t be a real investment.

Losing myself inside of all society's standards.

Always feeling I have to impress all these randoms.

Not realizing 25 years went by so fast.

Worried about how you, you, and you see my Black a**.

It’s a drug that took me a quarter century to break free from.

The only thing that helped me was knowing I’m one of God’s sons.

So, no thank you, I don’t need you to be myself anymore.

I live by God’s principles now. You're not welcome here anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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