As an addict,
Can’t promise you that I won’t overdose.
Just a thought I felt most won’t show others.
A thought hidden deep within every mind,
Disturbed.
Every mind where silence can be heard.
A sound so eerie to the Average.
Yet,
So comforting for the Insanely Addicted…
And,
What purpose do I have writing this?
Who knows.
But,
Maybe someone hurting deeply within,
Can read this and realize how deadly and cloudy of a vision,
It is to keep moving forward when any drug takes possession of their soul…
Maybe,
Forcing their hand to throw away the drink on rocks,
Or that joint their fingers had locked down,
And finally,
Just smile…
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