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Junkie Family

Some days I miss being a junkie
running the streets
as a whore, a thug

I new who I was
always had a thing
for junkies

their love of the needle intrigued me
knowing what the other was feeling
just with a look, no one had to ask

it was like a family
outsiders weren't allowed
wanting to be part of this exclusive club

I got my first taste from my ex a Gemini
Native American who talked of mojo
and soul mates

the first shot was such sweet bliss
I was hooked from day one
soon a month had passed

still shooting up
I started feeling it
when Jimmy would show up late

in the beginning I would beg
don't give me too much
soon I was wondering if he was holding out on me

so I turned to the streets
fucking for cash was a rush all it's own
turned me on I could appease my demon by myself

cooking my own dope, the smell of vinegar
in the air gagging on it knowing what was coming
shooting up vomiting taken down too fast my stomach heaved

then sweet numbing oblivion
no more pain, thoughts enhanced
everything was great when I was high

I miss those days i'm bored lately
it's the in between time that's a killer
of what I was, what I am and what I will be
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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