The sky was dark, cold and hazy.
People around her, were already feeling dizzy.
Weed and wine wasn’t her taste.
She knew she arrived at the wrong place.
Near the window, she sat feeling the breeze.
Started penning down, her thoughts with ease.
A glance around the room, made her wonder.
An innocent man, was about to surrender.
The fear of judgement was evident in his eyes
An admirable habit was about to die.
One drag, and his world around started to spin
A glass in the other hand, he felt like a king.
With an addiction so strong, come over no more
The family screamed; and distance was knocking at the door.
One step forward, you are already in the game
You will lose yourselves, and no one to blame.
Is there a better place? She asked herself.
Where, spirits and crystal do not ace?
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