Never ever recover,
Recovery, recovering.
Shaking the habitual
with the help of a pill,
or the bottom of new obsessions.
It's that continuum,
An ideal way to cure him.
We're sorry this happened,
it was our duty to mend.
But brother, you've got to bend.
Gravity keeps us grounded,
you chose a tougher swallow.
The trust will be waiting
for you to find something
as patience dissolves.
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