Day 29

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I’m on the brink of salvation, dying of starvation. And you what sustains me, so far but so close. One minute you’re gone, the other you’re here. Dying to come forward but held back by fear. Letting the voices your decisions steer, always watching the rear. And I keep dying while you keep making your mind. Leaving no peace to find. The drug I never need but always choose and I’m so scared to lose. Addicted to a substance so real, I’m waiting for its magic to commence and my soul to heal. This deal has to seal, but then again you can always melt steel. Under fire, we transform, either to a better or a worse form. We are the ones you choose to reform or deform.

-M.A. Fernández

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