You let go of my hand,
On a cobblestone road,
Into the strangest land.
Curiosity, it drove me to do,
All the things,
That I decided to.
I was left alone, but tried to refrain,
To taste your poison,
That fed my vein.
No one could save me,
The needle happily accepted my pain,
It knew I was desperate to just be.
Tomorrow I will try again,
Walking...
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