Hell was addictive.
I craved it so much.
Made me vindictive.
I needed your touch.
Drugs were addictive.
I loved them so much.
Made me restrictive.
I felt out of touch.
Dreams were scary.
I felt so alone.
Monsters were hairy.
I wanted to be home.
Demons were everywhere.
Darkness even in day.
Like nobody cared.
All I could do is pray.
Guiding light came.
Such an old story.
All then was tame.
Juxtapositions of joy.
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