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I remember those basements stairs,

the smell of cigarette smoke,

and the clicking of beer cans

Girls with long blonde hair and

glow sticks as head bands,

and ripped tights...

Adam stood next to me,

and while I felt connected,

I know I was so far...gone

So, when he vowed

to take care of me

To get me out safely,

I agreed, of course I would agree

I told him we didn't belong here,

but then again maybe I did,

and he didn't

He gave up drinking shortly after,

I continued on into

my own

dark

abyss

I wish I would have listened

the first time around

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