Addiction

I have this drug that I'm on all the time. An addiction so lethal but I feel just fine. It's long and drawn out I know the signs. Couldn't stop if I wanted to so I don't even try. Doesn't matter if I'm alone or with friends. When I inhale my thoughts seem to transcend. All that is broken inside seems to mend. A sigh and smile a day closer to the end. When I feel low I walk out the back door. Take a moment to adjust myself before I take any more. I inhale with happiness that reaches my core. How is everyone not on this live so sore? My friends look at me oddly though they have vices too. The kryptonite I take only slowly kills you. They ask if I'm okay and offer me things that are new. I always decline for there is only one thing I do. Oxygen is it's name. I breathe it every day just the same. I smile and laugh and enjoy life's love and pain. If I breathe and smile a good day has been obtained.

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