This is a sickness. This is an illness that weakens the body and churns the stomach; the cause of many a listless day and sleepless night.
This is a drug. This is an addiction, producing irrational habits, hallucinations, distorting sight and warping the mind.
This is the friend that takes me home when I'm wasted, nourishes me back to health when I'm hurting, talks me through my deepening darkness, removing the bullets from the gun.
This is light and dark, night and day. This is my passion and hope; this is my weakness and my downfall.
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