These Addicts.
These addicts...
once they had a choice, had a plan.
They choose turning to these roads,
or willingly pulled astray
just for not to be ridiculed.
These addicts..
they cry at night, silently and tearless.
Walk by day, loudly and fearfull.
Their choices stripped away
while bottles, needles and canisters are emptied.
These addicts...
with so many worries, yet, none at all.
These addicts...
so much to live for, thinking they got nothing at all.
These addicts...
once they had a choice, had a plan.
They choose turning to these roads,
or willingly pulled astray
just for not to be ridiculed.
These addicts..
they cry at night, silently and tearless.
Walk by day, loudly and fearfull.
Their choices stripped away
while bottles, needles and canisters are emptied.
These addicts...
with so many worries, yet, none at all.
These addicts...
so much to live for, thinking they got nothing at all.
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