When I fall,
I don’t immediately hit rock bottom like I say I do.
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No,
Instead I push myself further and further down
With my own two hands
Until there is the only the overwhelming pain
Of knowing that my thoughts and actions are not my own.
That they are unnatural.
That they are inauthentic.
That they are artificially forced.
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Trying to push the everlasting light away
In hope that I may trick myself
Into thinking I am lost
And that I am in need of saving.
Or maybe that I am stuck
Or am unknowing
Or am alone
Or am weak
Or am unworthy
All so I may continue to fall.
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None of these ideas are true though,
And not even in my darkest moments do I fully believe these thoughts.
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And yet still,
The pain will do anything in its power
To stay alive.
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The cravings and the voices
Grow stronger and stronger
The blinders go up.
And hands begin to work.
Searching and
Reaching and
Clenching
Until eventually,
–
I come back.
And wonder why I ever wasted my time.
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The decision is yours. Willpower is built from you and you only.


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