The struggle with addiction

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In the shadows where the whispers lie, A soul once bright, now dimmed, does cry. Chains of desire, forged in the night, Bind the heart, extinguish the light.

A dance with demons, a perilous waltz, Promises of solace, but laden with faults. Eyes that once sparkled with dreams untold, Now reflect a story of a spirit sold.

The mirror shows a face, yet unknown, A stranger’s gaze, a heart of stone. Memories of laughter, now distant and faint, Replaced by the echoes of a silent complaint.

Hope, a flicker in the darkest of days, Fights to break free from the suffocating haze. Yet the grip tightens, relentless and cold, A battle within, a story retold.

But in the depths, where despair does reign, A whisper of strength, a break in the chain. For even in darkness, a spark can ignite, A beacon of hope, piercing the night.