Addiction.
Addiction. Is an evil thing
He’s your friend but he’s also your foe
He holds out his hand waiting for you to jump
Your body begs but your mind disagrees
He smiles when he sees you’ve given in
Entwining your hand with his,
He takes you to a place where you’ve never gone
You feel as if the world is in the palm of your hand
But at some point you must have fallen asleep
Everything goes black and you suddenly can’t breathe
You start to fall down so deep you aren’t sure if you’re alive
He lets your hand drop and you start to cry
He kisses your head and says ‘This isn’t goodbye’
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