Just another statistic, a number on a page. Taken away from me, at such an early age. Everyone was shocked when they heard the news. I guess they were blind they didn't see the clues. If anyone was watching, it was plain to see. Bound by your addiction, unable to break free. I watch you suffer, you did your best to fight. All I had to do was look at you, I Knew you weren't know alright. I wish there was something, that I was able to do. Every night I prayed, that God would somehow save you. Some people make it, while others they do not. I know by personal experience, it's taken all I've got. Another person I love, that's been taken away from me. Another statistic that was unable to break free.
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