In chains of craving, you are held tight By substances that promise fleeting delight But lead you down a path of endless night And trap your soul in darkness and despair's sight

Your body's temple, once a sacred space Now harms itself with poison's deadly embrace Your mind, once clear, now clouds with hazy grace And all your hopes and dreams are lost in the race

But still, there's hope for redemption and grace For hearts can heal, and chains can be erased With help and strength, you can find your way out of place And rise again, whole, in a new light, and a new space.

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