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this time you sink, you don't float,


Falling into comatose;

at the end of the line



no more 9 lives


ceiled in a body bag;

your lifeless corpse


trash taken out;

existence wiped out


So much time feeding an addiction,

only for it all to end in submission.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

don't do drugs. 

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