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I always hear people telling stories

Of someone they used to know

torn apart thru the life of drugs

pitying them but also

putting them down

saying things like

i would never do that

it could never be me 

what they dont know 

is that never ending urge

to continue to consume yourself

and get lost in the high

where all your worries vanish

all the things you hate about yourself disappearing

with every toke

each inhale 

poisoning you

but lifting you away from the darkness

into the clouds

until suddenly

it doesnt hold the strength to hold you there

and you fall blindlessly

back to the surface of reality

and the cycle continues

the need 

the urge

to feel something more...