People use drugs as an escape
From a life of stressful states,
They need something to take them away
From the realistic mundane place,
But it’s all synthetic and messes you up
The more you take the more you want so much,
To recreate that first time buzz
And so you could not get enough,
Some stuff offers artificial love
Some off you hallucinogenic stuff,
Some just helps you to feel happy
But the truth is it will all bring you down,
This is the truth so many have found.
fauxcroft 
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