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Apr 9
I’ve been there.
You can’t hide your
addiction from me.

Such a familiar behaviour
the stain on our soul,
a preoccupation
that’s killing us slow.

Another cigarette,
a bottle of poisonous joy.
A world full of stimulation
that will leaves us devoid.

Chips and ice cream
cookies and soda pop,
Why doesn’t it ever occurs to
us to just stop!

*******, ****** especially fentanyl?
They’ll keep your back
up against a wall,
on the floor, in a hole
be the Phoenix, not the mole.

Benzodiazepines and barbiturates
prescription from the doctor
that keep us sick..

I’ve seen it all,
and so I know..
Our addictions will **** us
the faster we go!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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