I am an addict, I have no control
the words pour out, they have their own flow.
My mind takes a step away from time
will someone please help stop the rhyme.
I am an addict to which I can attest,
I find the emotional state writes the best.
The words I write are my addiction,
composing them, seals my own conviction.
I am an addict, I take others sorrow and pain,
turning them to poems, making me insane.
Up, down, around, over again and straight,
These are the lines in my hand the pen imitates.
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