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kneeled
.
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.
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delusions
.
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f
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sex,
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paranoia,
.
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.
.
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–
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–
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.
.
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–
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–
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.
.
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infect
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–
–
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.
bleed
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self-esteem,
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until
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remains
.
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f
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.
.
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restrain
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burn . . .
–
–
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.
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–
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you
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–
–
promise
.
more,
.
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.
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you
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the
.
time
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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.
always
–
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promise
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
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.
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.
always
–
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promise
.
more . . .
–
–
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.
always
–
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promise
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more . . .
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days
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later,
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nothing
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new
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delivered . . .
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n
.
the
.
floor . . .
–
–
–
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leave
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crumpled
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n
.
the
.
floor . . .
–
–
–
.
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please
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not
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let
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days
.
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o
.
by . . .
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f
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–
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every
.
time
.
y
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.
come
.
around,
.
.
m
y
.
.
good
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intentions
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.
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and
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up
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down . . .
–
–
–
.
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a
s
–
–
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you
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hold
.
m
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.
hostage,
.
.
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d
.
.
race
.
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y
.
time
.
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leaps
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d
.
bounds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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–
–
after
hour,
–
–
after
hour . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
underground . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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–
–
after
hour,
–
–
after
hour . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
spellbound . . .
–
–
–
.
.
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a
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–
–
–
although
.
I
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never
.
s
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.
them,
.
.
I
.
.
always
.
hear
.
t
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.
sound . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
always
.
hear
.
t
h
e
.
sound . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
always
.
hear
.
t
h
e
.
sound . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
always
.
hear
.
t
h
e
.
sound . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
maneuvers
.
o
n
.
the
.
ground . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ maneuvers
.
o
n
.
the
.
ground . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
ever
.
seeking
.
t
o
.
surround.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in May of 2002 where the affected party becomes consumed by an addiction he or she just cannot resist or overcome – and wakes repeatedly to chaos, darkness, confusion, and clutter. It becomes a lifelong struggle – and it seems the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, and compulsion. The struggle can represent any form of temptation, addiction, or compulsion: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.