As I stood there, time slowly passed,
Tending to the seed that I had cast,
Hoping to break addiction’s hold,
Nurturing the tree as it slowly unfolds.
But still my soul was plagued with pain,
By addiction’s infamous, heavy chain,
Looking at others free from its grasp,
Trying to grasp at what I so longed to have.
Serotonin and dopamine had a war,
Internal battles that I couldn’t ignore,
But the allure and rush of addiction’s grasp,
Pulled me towards the red light, a dangerous task.
As I glided towards the darkness,
Serenity left, my mind left in starkness,
The tree that had grown with care and love,
Left me feeling empty, a ghost without a dove.
For I had learned along the way,
That the one who suffers is the one who won’t stray,
And so I stand, tall and true,
Towards a life free, unchained and anew.
Artistic True Activity! 
Wonderful 💕
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Thanks
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My pleasure 💕
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went round
the south side of town
you?>
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I jaywalked all over my mind…
I realised I was dreaming unbound.
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just look both ways. sic
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I just did and found you looking confused..
I offered you a map…
I hope you travel well and not end up like Gulliver.
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swift to lilliput. ooof and over. zimbe is not zaire nor the belgians waffle nor congo. yes!
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A lovely, thought provoking poem!
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