Inspired after seeing seeing the words " if love is like a flower, then why does it hurt so goddamn bad" written on a bar room wall.

She has a cocain nose,

and a whiskey smile.

On Sunday she loves Jesus.

Its her first sobber day

In many days,

She just can’t seem to find the strength

To fight her demons.

She hungers for her fix,

And soon it shall come

At what price she does

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