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Poetry

This is about people who resort to having vices when no one actually cares about them.

Vices that give comfort

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by FAHRAnoia

by FAHRAnoia

Today I'd be drinking

'til I get drunk.

Today I'd be smoking,

'til I get enough.

Through these darkest days,

gloomy nights,

solitary moments,

I found my biggest, greatest confidante .

Today I'll spill it out .

Today I'll cry my heart out .

Because when nobody seems to care,

Nobody seems to listen,

I'll be just fine all by myself.

Sitting all alone

With nothing but the cigarettes and the liquor

Makes me feel good,

Fvck! It feels so great .

I wrote this poem,

Thanks to them.

Now, I think this is the time

for this to end.