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What were they like?

They were the deciding factor

Of a good or bad day

Of whether I was okay

If we were okay

 

They could change my mood

Stop me in my tracks

Jumble my mind

Blind me from the truth

 

Like heroin

I was their addict

Ephemeral pleasure

Everlasting poison

 

By the end

I was weak

Lost

Stripped of all identity

 

And they appeared

In my dreams

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