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You’re bent over in the corner
In a static position
Your face looking at the ground
Afraid to look up, to see hallucinations

Alone.

Your syringe is your friend
It’s always by you
You use it for support
You abuse alcohol.

Nights I walk by your door
and hear you scream
“Christ come and save me!”





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