LoveDrop

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Dark, with a golden glow,

he glistens,
as if ominously smiling
at how little you know.

A drop… just a drop,
a toxic one.
He seeps through your veins
until you become one.

You seek, you crave,
with all that you have,
for just another sip,
a fatal slip.

Slowly, and gravely,
to a point of no return,
he enthralls you,
enchants you,
until you pray in his name.

Caught in a vicious cycle,
with none to blame.
You may call it your high…
but is it really?
I sigh,
screaming why,
in despair,

hoping you’ll someday
see what I see,
and realize…
before it’s too late.

A drop can glisten like gold, until it takes hold.
Choose passion over poison.

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To the young adults of today,
those seeking, exploring, and adventuring to find their next high.

Rediscover your true high in pursuing your passion and giving it your all,
not by succumbing to a fleeting habit
that might one day devour your very being from within.

Your life, and your time on this earth,
are far too precious to be carelessly thrown away for something as unsubstantial as addiction.

This is a sincere plea from one soul to another...

Find your high in creation, not destruction. 💫


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