He asks

Swimming through the viscous sludge, Are you one to judge?

My mind warped in shadow, Myheavy hollow heart, My brain broken by battles, My skin scarred and scratched, Marked by my misery.

He hints at sobriety, I disregard and light up, For how am I to live without it My magical medicine, A simple pass time to some.

Crushed by the weight of a gram, Lost in a haze of purple,

He asks me a question: Is this substance helping? I ponder this a moment, All its done is harm, Yet it is so convincing with charm.

Sobriety seems essential, He nods and touches my shoulder, Then sais to me: Your days of smoking are over.

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