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Words feed themselves
I've been born weak do I need strength?
The truth is I am at arm's length.
I sense weakness do I need aid?
Though effective my body failed.
I craved to change, what can I do?
The body is lame; that is true.
I’m an addict do I suffer?
The caution is to recover.
I was fourteen and malcontent,
The mind muddled in its intent.
I’ve been careful still I derailed;
The hungriness prevailed.
I asked for help which was offered
Then to rehab, I was ordered.
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