Trying to grasp that you aren’t here

Hasent been easy to say the least dear

It’s been well over a year

Your addiction held you captive just like the prison bars

For your mind, body, and spirit held so many scars

Still you always wished for the stars

And somehow landed back onto Mars

You were a thrill seeker to say the least

Always looking for a way to find release

You let the drugs take away the pain; they started a lease

They take your life slowly, pray with a priest

This life

will end




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