The only place you find comfort,
The only place you can breathe,
The only place you can feel okay.
A high so good,
You can feel it on your lips,
Taste it on your tongue,
Know it in your toes.
But then,
The downfall,
A withdrawal to end all withdrawals,
The kind that ends with a million
Little holes,
The kind that don't repair.
The kind that makes boys addicts,
And girls drown their sorrows.
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