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My Friend The Addict

My friend is an addict.

I watch them struggle,

Day after day

With the Darkness;

The Void that forces them

To look externally for what

They lack inside.

Love. 

Attention. 

Purpose.

They seek gratification

From outside,

A fix to feel better

To feel anything

To keep the Hunger at bay

For just a moment,

Even if it roars back

More ravenous than ever.

My friend is an addict.

My friend

Is me.

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