Apr 11 2013

:Inane Being:

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I conceal my past
in the shadows,
to this day.

An insobriety; an unholy,
tainted past me.

Keeping the furtive hands
of which you’ve played,
the faintest of memories.

Head’s a mess,
Recovery’s unthinkable, trapped by this
Deadly Disease,
By the imputations you’ve used
To Shatter my Dreams.

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