Like grains of sand slowly falling
He walks beside me
Hand in hand
And I watch
A glimpse of my addiction
My unwavering devotion
I lay in wait
Hoping he won't see what I see
The scars on my skin
A lifetime of self infliction
The bruises on my mind
This pull he has on me
I'm infected
I need to be cured
Dying from withdrawals
This confusing state
I want
I need
He's safe at a distance
Unaware of the pain I'll cause
Unaware I'm his end

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