It gets easier with time.
Limits feel less important.
Food is there, but you never need it.
New faces come along,
Looking like every face you've seen before
Except for hers.
Writing frees you momentarily.
Freedom can be found
In baggies of dope or tall glasses
Of the strongest booze affordable.
But nothing ever... really changes.
The pain just dulls to a throb
In the back of your mind and heart.
It gets easier with time..
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