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Addiction Dies

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Sister, please
It's like a disease
Don't do this to me.
Can't you see?
It's hurting me.
It hurts everybody,
You're no better.
You're hurting yourself.
Just like everybody else.
Put it down
Stop the harm
Come, please,
take my arm.
I'll help you
You'll come through
When you SEE
what it does to you!
I fight back temper
I swallow tears
You've been suffering
All these years.
I'd die to help you
I wish I could
But I'm not you
So it's no good.
It's in your hands.
It's all in your hands.
Why can't you just
understand?
I'll try to help
I can't do much.
It's your addiction
It's your affliction.
I wish this was
all just fiction.
Drugs.
Say it.
You're addicted.
And you know it.
Rehab.
Say it.
You need it.
And you.
Yeah,
You.
You're too stubborn
to admit it
to yourself.
Help.
Say it.
I can give it.
If you take it.
Just open your eyes
addictions die.

 

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