Drugs
The smell is strong and wrong. It creeps in the lockers and tries to rule in all.
It may be small but it will bring a great fall. Benefits are slight. It might
numb for the night but it is not right. It might make you look like a king
but it will not bring a ring. Swallowed up by one thing. No pride it will
bring. BUT THIS ONE THING WILL NOT RULE IN ME!
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