How A Poet Lives Part 7 (Rehab)

I'm addicted to pain
I'm addicted to sorrow
I remember the past and forget tomorrow
Cus I'm not sure if I wish to see it
But only if I could relive
I Do
Cus I don't
I can't
But I will
I have to
Because I have you
And if you'll have me
I can hide my depression
And seek to be happy
I'm addicted to love
Don't Rehab Me

by Bron Dayvid

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This small smidgen she glances. Out the window through the trees. Oh sad this short tale it's gone. This happy story that most would call youth...iip