the feelings fade away, shivering in the dark corner, once again alone...
eyes shift left to right, all thats left are bittersweet thoughts of home...
bottles empty, all thats left is the taste and burn of vomit in the throat...
pipes empty, all that remains is the faint lingering of everpresent smoke...
so cold, so very cold, so alone in this world, this life can be so twisted...
quietly falling, the cold floor welcomes with its icy fingers, so wicked...
crawling on knees, seeking something, anything, going down any random street...
is there hope to stand up and face the pain? this life can be so bittersweet...

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