Sometimes pain is concealed by forgetting.
Sometimes you can't fight yourself because the destruction would be too great.
So instead, you silently murder yourself in hopes of saving yourself.
It starts out as an innocent seed, only growing when attention and nuturing is given.
Before you know it, it's become an uncontrollable weed rapidly taking over.
It feeds on your pain, promising you pleasure, and drawing you in while blocking out everything else.
It clouds your mind and distorts your actions.
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