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I might welcome a little painto know I am alive,
and that there is a human
inside this breaking body.
I am never more than my addictions
and this bleeding brain;
but with these bandages,
I am reduced to obsession.
Reduction is the fixation of the moment.
It has been coffee and cigarettes,
the pursuit of the fake persona,
and sex--
but now I want to make this prison
smaller.
Poetry by MissAudreyKaye
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Written on 2008-11-15 at 15:46




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