The drug.
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moonhugPeaceful manic.
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End the stigma of addiction. Love and light to everyone in need !

The drug.

I dislike you and the

Self control you hold

So dear and close

While it searches for a clearing

You leave the branches thick and low

And so it cowers and withers away

Loosing breathe in the constriction of those life-filled limbs

The strength you hold, fed to you

by the very thing you hold

so dear

While your lungs and eyes fill up

with the undeniable essence of such life,

those same resources being stripped away from said source.

inexplicable misconceptions keep the strong belief within you alive that what is being taken

will continue on and on

Never ending

Forever

The source,

still crinkled under your false protection, now withered and dry,

never to feed or be fed,

never to love and be loved.

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