i'm a drug dealer,
i pass to my friends,
to them, i'm a healer,
my drugs have no ends.
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client 1 wants my words,
the sweet relief of attention,
the letters fly like birds,
but they never land.
i have to limit the use,
they become addicted,
when they don't have it they cause abuse,
but their reasons for it are constricted.
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client 2 craves my pain,
they want me to suffer,
i am bound to them like chain,
so i will deliver.
i keep them well,
i keep them happy,
but they remind me of hell,
i'm cutting their supply.
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client 3 is different,
they decide when i'm theirs,
they are so ignorant,
i doubt that he/she cares.
they have many dealers, they choose the time,
i guess that's a good thing,
i can keep my supply,
yet i'm trapped in this ring.
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their profiles are private,
they can't be known,
if they read this,
they'll find out on their own
