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I might welcome a little pain
to 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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2008-11-15