Drugs, parties, and selfish people rarely
Mix to a positive combination
And I of all people should know that truth
Hours upon hours in meetings with addicts
Hearing real tales of human beings
Falling down a nearly endless black hole
Friends, family, and humanity lost
Ripping into the tapestry of life
How foolish to believe with conviction
That my obviously selfish best friend
Could possibly be any different
Increasingly more pernicious until
That final blow where I have to let go
To tend to my gaping wounds all alone
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
Drugs, parties, and selfish people rarely
Mix to a positive combination
And I of all people should know that truth
Hours upon hours in meetings with addicts
Hearing real tales of human beings
Falling down a nearly endless black hole
Friends, family, and humanity lost
Ripping into the tapestry of life
How foolish to believe with conviction
That my obviously selfish best friend
Could possibly be any different
Increasingly more pernicious until
That final blow where I have to let go
To tend to my gaping wounds all alone
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