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Your mind is my drug....your words are the feel my addiction is evil....I lose my self at the sound of your voice I'm a saint by birth and a sinner by choice....your my habit your grip like a vice ....withdrawls make me pay any price....when I feel I must hold you real close ...that voice in my head says don't overdose quick to convict the drug that I choose but can't understand the narcotic I use...self medicate bc I feel used by a world I found ain't real ...she never fought to condem me she talked I listen I chose what to see ....I do the drugs they don't do all addicts who know what I say .... Rehab is for quitters a role that people play..... When u decide to stop that ur time to say is what it is and what it was .a soul. .Steal ..till I make that desicion ....truth makes it real...heroin is her name she has one heart that I know...adding me to her army of hope...a family of legends a science of her ....unaware she'll take u and not share unaware that I'm now her true gazing stare walk away if I choose I'm the only one who can lose it's called personal drug abuse
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