In the middle of my brain, is a place so they say,
that I pleasured too often, and now its turned gray.
I knew that my actions, brought consequences most dire,
but to lie to myself, does that make me a liar?
I whittled away at my wooden soul,
with one simple little goal;
achieve my perfection to hide my disdain.
I can avoid getting wet in a pouring down rain,
just missing every raindrop, before drowning in sorrow.
But how to live day to day, just to make it to tomorrow?
Now that the snow globe has settled,
for leaving it be.
All the little people inside,
I so perfectly see.
Those were my friends,
and my whole family.
Living the blizzard within,
while I from without,
Addictive Prime Obsession!!
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