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AmateurSomeone

My possession (First Draft)

I am a slave, to this depression

This unending
Fight for possession
I try to kill it
With smoking and with drinking
But I must be FOOL
For naively thinking
That I could smoke this demon out.

Trapped as I am
In these negative places
I struggle to see the divides
And the spaces
Between what is real and false

My mind is not mine anymore
It’s taken by someone else