Acid
A turning in the stomach,so repulsive,
so vile.
So bad it seems,
just burning holes in the throat,
but it feels right.
Make me forget,
make me small.
It turns me weak.
Dizzy and faded,
It doesn't matter,
I need what I want.
It'll happen again,
an addiction,
I cannot seem to stop.
The acid so terrible,
burning me inside,
makes more emerge.
Stinging my throat,
leaves my mouth bitter.
It's all worth something,
Isn't it?
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