Addiction
He was:
My warmth on a cold day.
My light on a starless night.
My familiar place in an unfamiliar place.
My safety net after a long fall.
My smile on a sad day.
My strength in a weak moment/
My comfort on a hard day.
My guide on a windingroad.
My hands when they were tied.
My voice when i couldn't speak.
My reason for living.
My cause for death.
My drug of choice.
I know you're gone,
But it's hard to break the addiction.
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