i oo'd and aww'd throughout the entirety of this piece but this part here.....
I change addictions like underwear, addicted to nothing but addiction itself
In my youth writing was my life, I felt like diction was wealth
But how can I make people like my writing when I'm sick of myself?
So I write a few lines upon the page and then it sits on the shelf
Because I can't decide who I want to be, it's ridiculous...help!
*boing*
you know just the right things to say to me to get me going <3
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