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Every night I cry
As the pain lingers
Growing concern
Affects my daily thoughts

I've stopped my vices
Just a little too late
I am tormented by agony
An agony I brought upon myself

Rolling down my cheek
My tears flow out
No amount of regret
Could comfort me

Nothing could make it right
Because I suffer in silence
Nobody knows what I feel
For I have told no single soul

I am fearfully unaware
Of what this could be
Yet completely knowledgeable
Of its harmful potential.

I may die
I might not...
The fear is there nonetheless
Pushing me to retreat