In corners dark where whispers hide,A shadow lingers, pain inside. It speaks of dreams that lost their flight, and hopes that dimmed in endless night. A bottle in hand, a breath of smoke,The silent vows that no one spoke. Each sip, each drag, a fleeting peace,from life’s harsh truths,

a brief release.

The mirror shows a face, once bright. Now weathered by this endless fight. Eyes that have seen too much despair. A soul that’s gasping for fresh air.

Regrets, they dance like specters bold,Of life’s stories left untold. Of chances missed and love undone,Moments that could not be won.Yet in this quiet, lonely space,Where time slows down its endless race.

There’s still a light, however faint. A chance to heal, a chance to paint. A new beginning, a canvas clean, where once was pain, theres hope to heal. A journey back from where you fell, atale to tell, a story to retell.

For life’s not just the shadows deep,But also where the light does creep,Through every crack, through every vein,Addiction’s grip might lose its reign.

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