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Never a morning,
a second.... when my blood does not cry for you. My mind races, chases your memory. Same addictive obsession day in and day out. Give my life for a hit, cease the craving. Track marks on my soul... I need your love. Distain is my substitute- Still shoots up well. You look at me. Dirty glance needle goes in. I relax.
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