No Hero
No Hero's Descent: A Poignant Tale of Addiction's Grip
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I remember the first time.
I have a recollection of the initial encounter.
I saw you on heroin.
I witnessed you under the influence of heroin.
A hero in my eyes.
You appeared as a hero from my perspective.
A hero in disguise.
You seemed heroic, but it was a facade.
I pretended not to care.
I acted like I didn't care.
While all these eyes were on you.
While everyone's attention was on you.
But your eyes weren't you.
Your eyes didn't reflect your true self.
You've paid for this.
You're facing consequences for your actions.
Black eyes.
Your eyes are bruised.
Arms were skinny.
Your arms are emaciated.
I did not recognize.
I couldn't recognize you.
Your pale face.
Your face is pale, possibly due to drug use.
White like bleach.
Your complexion is unnaturally white.
It's hard for me to preach.
It's difficult for me to give advice.
When everyone's to blame.
In a situation where everyone is at fault.
But no one wants to be the same.
No one wants to conform to the same standard.
You've turned on yourself.
You've become self-destructive.
One more time.
This is another instance.
There's no more time.
Time is running out.
Trains will never travel.
No progress will be made.
Upon these tracks.
No possibility of reversing course.
No going back.
The situation is irreversible.
The needle has skipped.
A metaphorical needle has skipped, signifying a mistake.
And you will be missed.
Your absence will be felt.
You've turned on yourself.
You've turned against yourself.
And I remember the last time.
I recall the final occasion.
I saw you on heroin.
You were still using heroin.
And how it made me cry.
It moved me to tears.
And oh how I cried
I cried deeply at the situation.
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