The ‘Quick Fix’ Turned to Greed.
just give me the quick fix I need
what that is depends on me
the stress is killing me.
this fix is turning to gluttony
will it someday begin haunting me?
is it to be important for me to succeed?
will it help me to believe?
that all is well
will I even be able to tell?
that i am fixated on it’s spell
or will it turn me into a shell?
of who i really am
born to be wild
these days it’s hard to even smile
it’s been a while
and i’m just stuck questioning how
then I wonder when
it simply just depends
was it the fix, which led to this end?
seems like this quick fix is a humanity trend.
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