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Enough


Just one more drink you told me Just one more pill you said I wake up every morning And expect to find you dead The drug is your master That won't set you free You choose it over life You choose it over me When you finally open your eyes I hope you will see You're not only killing yourself You're killing me I love you more than anything But it's getting really tough I pray you can see that I pray you've had enough
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katyann
I like this poem- it relates to me both personally and professionally. It is simple and to the point without being too direct and concise. I like that you are giving a voice to a person who loves an addict, but is hurt by the actions of the disease.

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