Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 103
Do It Again

It's kind of weird. Like
Everything is a dream,
Everything is black and white.
I can't believe this.
I'm clutching the phone,
Sweat drips from my forehead,
Why am I doing this?
Every time I do,
regret it, in the end,
Sometimes I wanna die, too.
This is all my fault,
And I just won't stop,
Can't quit this addiction
To your voice. This is a
Huge responsibility, a
Burden, for me, and I just
Let myself do it again.


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