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Created on: August 12, 2008
Ironic.
The one thing I can not live without
will surely be the thing that kills me.
Ironic.
The people I love the most
Are the people that suffer from my addiction.
Ironic.
I use to be a self respecting person
and now I sell tricks for a fix.
Ironic.
The people that only want to help me
are the people I curse through my teeth.
Ironic.
I use to be such a strong willed person
and now I am reduced to nothing.
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