I
danced
.
w
i
t
h
.
thoughts
.
t
h
a
t
.
made
.
m
e
.
blush . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
~ I
danced
.
w
i
t
h
.
thoughts
.
I
.
could
.
n
o
t
.
trust . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
(
)
(
I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
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–
.
.
.
o
f
–
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a
wild
.
a
n
d
.
winding
ride . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
day . . .
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–
.
.
.
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
night . . .
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.
.
.
merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
form . . .
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.
.
.
a
n
d
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merging
.
w
i
t
h
.
light . . .
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–
.
.
.
~ a
wild
.
a
n
d
.
winding
ride,
–
–
which
.
w
a
s
.
not
.
quite
.
cruel,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
not
.
quite
.
kind . . .
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–
.
.
.
~ not
.
quite
.
low,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
not
.
quite
.
high . . .
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–
.
.
.
a
t
–
–
–
the
.
starting
.
line . . .
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–
.
.
.
~ a
wild
.
a
n
d
.
winding
ride,
–
–
which
merged
–
–
even
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
which
merged
–
–
even
more . . .
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–
.
.
.
which
merged
–
–
even
more . . .
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–
.
.
.
i
n
t
o
–
–
–
colors,
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–
shapes,
.
a
n
d
.
forms,
.
.
I
.
h
a
d
.
never
.
experienced
.
before . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
~ my
safe
.
a
n
d
.
sure,
–
–
moved
.
t
o
.
insecure . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
~ my
sharp
.
a
n
d
.
clear,
–
–
whirled
.
i
n
t
o
.
a
.
blur . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
thought,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
.
bring
.
n
o
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
thought,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
.
bring
.
n
o
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
just
.
w
h
e
n
.
I
.
thought,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
.
bring
.
n
o
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
.
beneath
.
t
h
e
.
floor . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
.
beneath
.
t
h
e
.
floor . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
Miles,
–
–
reaching
miles,
–
–
reaching
miles
–
–
before . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
Miles,
–
–
reaching
miles,
–
–
reaching
miles
–
–
before . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
Miles,
–
–
reaching
miles,
–
–
reaching
miles
–
–
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
sighting
.
s
o
m
e
.
semblance
.
o
f
.
an
.
exit
.
door . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
thought
.
f
o
r
.
sure,
.
.
i
t
.
.
could
get
.
n
o
.
worse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
it
was
.
m
y
.
voice
.
I
.
heard,
–
–
attacking
.
t
h
e
.
curse . . .
–
–
~ my
voice
–
–
beating
.
t
h
e
.
boards
.
.
o
f
.
.
the
.
e
x
i
t
.
door . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
“!ENOUGH!“
.
i
t
.
screamed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
“!!ENOUGH!!“
.
i
t
.
screamed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
“!!!ENOUGH!!!“
“!!!!ENOUGH!!!!“
“!!!!!ENOUGH!!!!!“
.
i
t
.
screamed . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
something
must
.
h
a
v
e
.
wanted
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ something
must
.
h
a
v
e
.
wanted
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
.
f
e
l
l
.
.
into
.
t
h
e
.
urge . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
much
.
t
h
e
.
same
.
way
.
.
I
.
.
did
.
before.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in November of 2014 where the affected party falls victim to outside influences which grab his/her attention and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of darkness – having difficulty breaking the negative cycle. It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction. The struggle can represent any temptation, addiction, compulsion, or distraction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.