The Silent Grip of Shadows: A Journey Through the Darkness and Despair of Drug Abuse, Where Hope Fades and Chains Bind the Soul

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In the depths of night, a whisper calls,Promises of escape from life’s heavy walls.A fleeting moment of blissful release,Yet chains of shadow never cease.The heart’s desires masked by illusion,Lost in a haze of twisted confusion.Once vibrant dreams now fade to gray,As the soul drifts further away.Hope dances on the edge of despair,While silent screams fill the empty air.In the mirror, a stranger stares back,A life consumed by the relentless attack.Yet within the darkness, a spark remains,A whisper of strength in the deepest veins.To break free from the silent grip,And find the light on this arduous trip.

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