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#Poetry

Destiny S. Harris

#Poetry

Without you, I start to wane away
Without you, I begin to become depressed
Without you, I don’t feel alive
Without you I’m bored
Without you, I don’t know how I’ll survive
I’ve become dependent on the high you give me
I’ve become determined to make this my living
I don’t know when I started
But I know when I’ll stop: never
I don’t know why you picked me
But I know why I chose you
It’s because you know how to turn my blues into music
You know how to make magic out of rust
You know how to make a bad experience turn to dust
I’m stuck on you
You’re stuck on me
When I look at my goals
You’re all I see