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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1985396
A depiction of my drug addiction.
Cotton Candy

Seventeen, playing nurse for my sick mom
fresh out of high school, I thought it was a good time
For me to pop that first white pill
I fell so hard in love with the thrill.

I continued, I even tried some Hydrocodone too
Took a couple sips of the syrup too
When I realized it was the Oxy I was glued to
I just kept going hard until I knew

I was addicted, yea I craved that fix
Every day taking one, soon turned into six
It was something I had quickly lost control over
Soon they were no longer white, they changed colors

Turned into Pink, and then turned into Blue
"Holy shit" thinking "man what did I get into?"
It started out with innocent curiosity
Then it was nothing but an imminent monstrosity.

Cotton Candy became my favorite treat,
the Blues and the Pinks, they tasted so sweet.
It always seemed to take away my sense of self defeat,
But in the end it was always self-deceit.
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