Caylee

Love is like a war,

and I am shipwrecked on its shore.

I get high so I don’t feel the low,

What I bear is something none will know.

To exist with no known purpose,

feels like a

 

dragging, pulling nothing.

 

I struggle but cannot escape

the need to feel alive again.

One more high, comes another low.

Down and down and down I go.

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