Someone suffering.
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He would cry,
through one glazed eye,
the other having swollen shut
from the fall,
the pain would call,
needle tracks
on both arms,
a life fallen through the cracks,
and suffrage attacks
alive, but lifeless,
addicted to drugs,
breathing air,
without a care,
no worries,
no fears.
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