My heart is tired and my eyelids are droopy
Sleep is a foreign concept to me
The rush feels good, and the worries fade away
I know I need to break the cycle
The desire suffocates me
I reach out, looking for a solution
But a safe haven is more of an illusion
Everyone left me behind, now I'm back to square one
One hit
Two hit
Three hit
Addiction.
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Random thought
Poetry"You should make a book on wattpad or something called random thoughts" Random things, rants, poems, and such
