The feeling of another hit
the need to drink, smoke, sip,
that desire to fill another part
of this once, and still, broken heart.
A constant pain,
the endless doubt,
but still I can not
live without.
This need so strong,
a frantic call,
that makes my will
so very small.
Just one more time,
my promised rhyme
that life will be filled,
with one last pill.
My addiction stays,
to what I can not say
for my love, my all,
is my one downfall.
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