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Hooked

Just cannot seem to get a grip
As I sense my precious reason slip
Every drug that I abuse
I pray will chase away my blues
 
But they have a scant effect
On my lingering defect
Obliviously I should abstain
And deal sober with the pain
 
I seems clear I cannot write
Intoxicated through the night
I offer another line
Knowing that it will not shine
 
Addiction comes in many forms
Arriving in muted storms
Cacophony within my head
As I swallow another med
 
But yet I come here to submit
And my efforts will not quit
Is this worthy for your eyes?
This being far from any real prize.
crowfly
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