Drugs
She takes the needle,
shoves it into her veins.
Cries out for the sweet relief,
gives into the call of the heroin.
Life becomes tough,
becomes too much.
She throws away everything,
just to feel a high.
She closes her eyes,
for the last time.
She closes her eyes,
as the world slips on by.
She closes her eyes,
as she slowly dies.
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