Tin foil,
a lighter,
a hollowed-out pen,
my death rests in the tinfoil,
the lighter melts my fate,
i put the pen to my lips,
and begin inhaling,
the euphoria is coming back again,
i hold it in,
blow it out,
my pain leaves for a few hours,
i payed the price for pain,
just to numb my brain,
why have i commited this sin?
taking precious minutes of life away,
just to feed the addiction,
my death rests in the tinfoil.
 
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