My eyes taint a blurry vision as I bounce
off dingy walls, ambling through musty halls.
My withdrawals expose my lust for embracing
hallow trust with a grain of salt,
gulping cheap shots
with a glass of temptation.
An addict of circumstances,
I’m destitute of remorse.
My pockets lack the cash to repay
the lessons learned.

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