I have one last addiction to tell;
Not one of emptiness, not one of Hell.
I have but one last addiction that beats beneath my skin.
With it lays all the hopes and dreams that I had buried within.
I want for nothing more than to say what the addiction of late may be.
But to do so, I fear would end me.
One day you may read this.
One day you might find out.
But until my bones are dry and cold,
My secret will be mine to hold.


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