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Mar 2019
Popped two xans
Nicotine coursing through
my veins
kerosene flooding
my mind
yet if they knew
I'll be labeled as an addict
but in truth
who isn't addicted to
even a glimpse
of happiness
even if it's temporal

At times
these substances
gives sobriety;
a realistic picture
compared
to everything else
I'll be fine
Ammar
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Ammar  20/M
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   Damien
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