Addictions |
| by Suroor |
Watch the smoke
As it flies.
try to think,
What's wise.
Feeling high
In deep blue sky
Higher you fly
Harder you fall.
Addictions aplenty
Way before twenty,
Makes life painful,
Makes life empty.
Kick away the need,
To be kicked away in space,
There is nothingness there,
It's not a good place.
It's not a good place.
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