As we fell apart,
I held on to a string, you didn’t think exists
Buckled in the rollercoaster,
Of avalanches, of promises.
Where is your will, my friend?
With every puff, with every needle,
With every pill, with every gulp,
You faded a little more,
And a little more.
And then you resurrect your ownself.
And each puff, each gulp gets bitter,
A little more,
And a little more.

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