The Unwanted Friend
First day, it came
As if exchanging pleasantries,
I tend to despise
But it offered more
Highish juice
That made it surpassed
My own very state of choice.
Second day, i needed some
More? some how?
No! i wanted to be alone,
But it came sneaking through
Like a burglar
Making me lost my pure-sober
Even when i attempted to ponder
It pulled me into sweet blonder
To the detriment of my health.
Eventually, it started making me bold,
But in the actual, i was shy,
for when in it, i failed to confront
The noble.
I wasn't just able, not understandable.
Before i knew it,
It was becoming my master....
No! no!! this blind courtship won't linger
This matter must wither
My dreams must not scatter or
Shatter, so i struggled and became a winner.
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The cry of a drug addict.
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