The smell of addiction.A Poem by OctoberA situation of constant falling. Circumstance of suffering. You're surrounded, but you're so alone.
The smell of addiction in the air. And,yes, the people stare and stare. On the Outside, And it's always cold.
You're selling your mind and soul. Get help. But to get help is pain.
It'll hurt like hell, but you might stay sane.
Forget escape. Losing all denial.... © 2010 OctoberReviews
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