self control

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Due to popular belief. I believe that certain things are due to happen naturally. Like all other things it's bound to grow. This thing, love. We are due to become obese to this organic, homegrown feeling.
Addiction......
Click-clack, the LCDs Quiet, the fears in me I'm the sane one  This is my celebration   In here, I am a God I'll take, all you have got Without reason No room for conversation  
Behind these glasses my mind growls - full of emptiness - like my stomach. Not fed. A mosquito trapped in a window. My mind trapped in a tiger's cage. Gnawed, ripped.
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