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Addiction is affliction
that is growing in the field. These drugs are not a fiction, sorrow is their biggest yield- Dependence is destruction, you can cook up on a stove. Destroys you with seduction, gets you buried in the grove. Compulsion is your warden keeping you locked up in jail. Drugs, a financial burden, better start saving for bail. Infatuation is fun sold in bottles filled with pills. Bumming when the bottles done, craving the pills and the thrills. Habit is a big deception wrapped in little plastic bags. Escape, the exception, and there is when you will brag. Need is the mind’s betrayal, a trick that you wrap and smoke. Happiness the portrayal, ultimate darkness the joke- The craving is revelry that you pour from a bottle. Come on and join the cadre, soon you’ll learn how to waddle. Addiction is beatable if willing to overcome. Freedom is attainable, drop the fun and don’t be dumb.
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