Poem -

White knuckles

Couldnt go to work to day , my head was crazy it made me stay.so in my bed ill have to lay

Knucles white from Β the craving I wonder is my life worth saving .

Those little white lines look so inviting with my addiction I keep on fighting .

If I do slip and loose my grip like an invisible wire will make me trip ..

Hard to return once you go there , takes kind words from some one who does care ..

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