Chairs in a circle

I see chairs gathered in a circle
Filled in each one by one
A few souls here being opened
And a few sad tales being spun
The circle heals some wounds
As stories are being shared
Feelings are being brought out
As the words converse thru the air
But one day a chair is empty
A soul has went to the beyond
The empty chair no longer speaks
Another battle of addiction that has gone wrong

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