In the realm of rhymes, where words collide,
A tale of friends, lost in the drug's deadly tide,
Hear my voice, raw and unchained,
Expressing the pain, the sorrow unrestrained.
In this poetic canvas, let the story unfold,
Of friendship shattered, hearts left cold,
Where pills and potions led them astray,
Leaving behind a void that won't fade away.
In the city streets where dreams were made,
Friends bonded tight, but darkness would invade,
The allure of drugs, a devil's game,
Dancing with danger, fanning the flame.
Their laughter once echoed, filled the air,
But addiction's grip proved too much to bear,
Through tattered lens, their stories unfold,
The pain, the struggle, the truths untold.
Friends lost in the shadows, consumed by the night,
Their words, their legacy, taking flight,
Their memory alive, through each lyric and rhyme,
A reminder of the cost of crossing that line.
Hear my voice voice, fierce and bold,
Shattering stigma, the stories untold,
A beacon of truth, shedding light on the strife,
Reminding us all of the preciousness of life.
Through the verses, their voices rise,
Their pain, their struggle, laid bare in their eyes,
Our words, a cathartic release,
A tribute to the fallen, offering peace.
Friends lost in the shadows, consumed by the night,
Their words, their legacy, taking flight,
Their memory alive, through each lyric and rhyme,
A reminder of the cost of crossing that line.
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