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My skinny bones rattle as I swallow my addiction,

The pills are all I’ve come to know,

I can’t remember when I started,

And I can’t see when I’ll stop,

It has a tight grip on me,

My will power is non-existent,

How did I get so deep into this?

Why did I start?

Cowardice and weak will keeps it going,

I lack the strength to fight it,

So I guess this is how I’ll live my life,

Locked in a tunnel of drugged depression,

With no hope of ever seeing the light.