I read your message, and then I put my phone down and went back to my dinner

I’m your opium.
You’re overdosing.
Barely coping,
hot sweats,
huge debts to the devil.
You spend and you spend,
beg, again and again,
I scare you to death,
but you can’t stay away.
I look in your eyes,
and I see what I’ve done.
I don’t feel a thing,
and you feel everything.

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