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I’m a self-loathing, chronically relapsing, heroin addicted, codependent, eternally cursed, child in a man’s body. 
Where is life taking me?
Not death! It had its chance for that, 
but death had a sudden change of heart 
and it let me go, 
bringing me back. 
Why? For what?
I look at the bright shining light of things, 
But there are holes in my eyes. 
 I've always been referred to it by others, but I am not the black sheep of my family;
 However, I am forever covered by a relentless rain cloud shading me in its darkness. 
I've seen the light before, but I'm I don't possess the heart to take it back. 
Thus, I am portrayed as the prodigal son you don't trust with anything; 
the lonesome spider you hammer with a swift smash without looking into its eyes to see it hurts like you do. 
Go ahead and smash me; I can't do it myself.