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The Chase

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Sammylovesyoulots

Published: Apr 8, 2016

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I'm blessed I swear

Addiction already in my veins

Downing a bottle won't kill me
Only make me want more.

Who would wish
for a slow death?

Tripping over the mess
That your life has become

Just

to feel

alive.

All the while
Chasing the thrill of death

Drugs and poverty

Which matters most?

Starving to feel alive
Or feeling empty no matter how full?

Do you want to die with me
While chasing the high of being alive?

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NaPoWriMo day 8
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