You have not changed your ways,
still living in your smoke filled daze.
You have not yet seen the light,
refusing to fight.
Fight through the cravings, day and night.
You have refused the help of friends and family,
still trapped in your own insanity.
Are you that far gone?
Aren't you tired of being looked down upon?
I guess I was wrong,
I thought your will was strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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