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Lauren Whitmire Sep 2015
Losing touch with my reality
Body shaking, heartbeat quivering
Scared on a rooftop, too high to get down
I needed help, I needed you
And you, my constant, led me down

No more drugs for me, I said

Wishing this was not my reality
Body burdened, heartbeat heavy
Scared on a rooftop, but now I'm not high
I still need you, but can't have you
My constant, constantly on my mind

I can see it now, my fix was you
You were everything to me

No more drugs for me, I said
I guess that's why I lost you

— The End —