The Truth - Senryu
Needle in his arm,
he slides slowly into bliss,
yet it never lasts.
Crazy "they" all think,
dirty and disgusting man,
ugly and useless.
Yet if they knew him,
the torment inside of him,
maybe "they" would care.
Who am I kidding?
most will never really care,
they'll just walk on.
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