I needed her
More than a drug attic needs his most compulsive drug
At first The drug frees one to ones real nature, to one's real potential
Then it destroys you making you a slave to its compulsive hold on your soul
It's not the drug that the drug attic wants
but the freedom,
the connection once again to the lost self
She help bring me back to my lost and forgotten self
to My true self
To the Part of me that was destroyed in my early youth
No assertion is too great in order to obtain this feeling again
in order to obtain my self again
To reclaim all that could have been
to reclaim that all that should've been
it Is not she that I'm looking for, but my lost self
She is a lovely trigger
She is the poisonous liberating drug that no one can possess
But only experience
But I will find life with those who really love me
with Those that really reflect me
with those that really value me
Through my efforts, in my deeds in my works
in my reflective self encounters with life.
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