just give me the quick fix I need

what that is depends on me

the stress is killing me.

this fix is turning to gluttony

will it someday begin haunting me?

is it to be important for me to succeed?

will it help me to believe?

that all is well

will I even be able to tell?

that i am fixated on it’s spell

or will it turn me into a shell?

of who i really am

a child

born to be wild

these days it’s hard to even smile

truly

it’s been a while

and i’m just stuck questioning how

then I wonder when

for some

it simply just depends

was it the fix, which led to this end?

seems like this quick fix is a humanity trend.

 

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