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I wake up, feel the pull like a friend turned to threat,
a whisper inside me that won't let me forget.
I'm trying to steer but the grip turns to chain,
and the poison inside me keeps feeding my brain.
I juggle my thoughts and they cut like a blade,
try running away but the pull doesn't fade.
Where’s the relief when your mind doesn’t sleep?
Each time I resist, it just digs in more deep.
I talk to myself and the truth hits me hard,
'cause the mirror shows things I can’t bury or guard.
I wanna break out, but the war doesn’t cease,
this poison moves quiet, it’s stealing my peace.
No hero, no victim – just a man with a scheme,
trying to stand while he slips through the seams.
I write this in silence, my hands cold and numb,
for the fight that still shapes me and won’t ever be done.
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