A poem about past addiction, and a hopeful future.

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The burn, a quick soothing to the pain
One small cut to release the crimson rain
Obsession
Night after night feeding the beast,
Fighting off the craving, trying not to give in
Addiction
Once I thought I sold my soul to the devil
Corrupted in the mind by some kind of evil
Psychotic
I looked in the mirror at the void in my eyes, that used to shine
Scared of what it would take to change, if it was even possible
Crazy
Somewhere in the back of my mind there is a spark to get better
There are many reasons to try
Hopeful
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