It’s no real option,
It’s not for healing.
It’s an adoption,
It’s meant for dealing.
At no time in life,
Will it take away the pain.
In your heart it’s a knife,
Or a never ending rain.
Nothing seems real,
You’re life turns to fiction.
You may never heal,
You have an addiction.

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