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The Opioid Crisis

I remember all our plans, our dreams and our plots.


That’s a lie, I’ve forgotten lots.

 

Your laugh, your voice, that thing we were gonna do when we got out.

 

All faded. The places you held in my heart, just empty slots.

 

I remember when I thought we’d live forever.

 

That’s a lie, I just didn’t care if we died.

 

That said, I never wanted our friendship to sever.

 

Can’t Rewind.