Friends

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An addictive drug that raises your dopamine
The "feel-good" hormone
Until the effect is gone...

And you crash into reality

Ones I feel addicted to making
As if I can't live without them

Ending up with an aftermath I already predicted
I end up with friends
To be left without them
Some stayed as if they were close by

But when I sit with them

It feels as if I am far, far away
As if I am somewhere no one can see
I wonder why this place feels familiar
Like an iced cage

It seems I am not only addicted to having them
But also addicted to the pain that they come with
Though each has a different feel

I welcome the warmth
To be left with cold

I bring my own and search for another

This one is a need for some
But an addictive drug to me

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