D.R.U.G.

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Smitten with the feeling of loneliness, melted euphoria is willingly shoved through my veins.
Stolen steel satisfies my lamented lungs, profoundly pulverizing my plummeting health.
Confounding cement crushed into fine powder, choking the tunnels of air it travels through.
Chemical compounds continuously and autonomously altered.
Thick green grime is swallowed after a maternal session of strong mastication.
Foggy eyes glue to the felon, feelings of necessity and never ending self-repulsion.
Thus the cycle coils, cowering to no prey of its infrangible fixation.

[2022 - Small competition at work]
no. I didnt win; everyone thought it was too wordy. (Out of half the people working there only one manager voted for me)

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