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The bottle hits her lips
And her world tips
She stops shaking
She stops aching
And she feels okay
He taps his arm
And injects the warm
Suddenly it floods his brain
Suddenly there is no more pain
And he feels okay
But soon they need more
And another bottle hits the floor
And another needle leaves the drawer
"This is the last time", they say
Until they can't feel okay
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