Life Behind Bars
Temptation is what reached out to you, latching onto your hands tightly and whispering, "Come with me to the dark side where all of the addicts reside." And, because of addiction your entire emotional and positive thought processes hung you out to dry. So, there you sit behind cast iron bars, in a dingy room with no windows and just a pot in which to tinkle in. Walls covered in curses by those that sat there before you find themselves trying to reach your heart. You fight for healthy air, yet you soon discover in a place like this there is no bloody chance. As you exhale, your hands find themselves clapped around your ears, trying to drown out the voices of your roommates. Not a day goes by that you don't worry about your own personal safety, and you dam to hell the temptation.
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