He drinks to numb the pain
Pops pills to fulfill the lustful desire
Blinded by the illusion of happiness in material and superficial things that he doesn’t see himself
An empty vessel longing to be filled, yet looking in all the wrong places
She cries in her room alone
Longing for the touch that will ease the pressure instead of causing more
Looked at for her presence and never considered for intelligence
Searching through the crowds for someone to fill those needs, get looking in all the wrong places
Will they ever align in Grace at the same time?
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