Chasing the Dragon
He kills himself a little more everyday. He answers the call of the Devil, drowning his veins. Lost in a trap like a mouse in a maze. Just one more dose may put him over, one more time may take him out of this life. I can't stand here blindly and watch him die. They say everyone has a rock bottom, please tell me this is it.
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