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#9001
luna
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Dear diary
The addiction snared me, sweet addction you had me in your grasp and i was struggling to breathe in my self imposed prison i was captive to the evil that you were. Entwined through my life, Captor of my breath, keeper of my thoughts. Today i discard you like an old worn rag, i set fire to you and burn your stench of evil out of my life. Addiction you do not have the grasp on me, i do not give you permission. You are abandoned addiction, you are banished from this life. The little left of my mind is mine and not yours to have anymore. Sweet addiction you are poison, beckoning me, enticing me, inviting me to play. Sorry sweet addiction, its too late, ive thrown you away
Luna girl