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Drugs.

I can't remember the last time I was sober.

I can't even remember when or how I let these drugs take over.

All I know is now I'm addicted. Who wouldn't be?

When the high that you get is like blissful ecstasy.

I always want more. Enough is never enough.

More compliments. More material things. More money. More attention. More judgements. More love. More! More! More!

No one ever told me there's more to drugs than what you can smoke and inject.

That it isn't just forbidden fruit that can make one obssesed.

Now I'm sitting here. Holding my drugs close.

Wondering if the day will ever come, When they say I was defeated.

By an overdose.

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