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One more day, with you

It mutates your looks,
It starts to alter your DNA,
Slowly eating away at your face,
Changing your reflection for good,
You're speechless, you don't know what to say,
All you want is for someone to tell you it'll be okay,
Yet when someone tries to do so, you say just one more day,
One more high, One more hit, you swear the addiction will fade away,
That sweet amphetamine fills your lungs, you binge for four days straight,
Poisoning your self with each flick of your thumb on a disposable bic,
clenched with your index and middle finger in the palm of your hand,
enjoying your last high before you get sober and turn around your
life for good at last; you finally fall into a sleep, wake up
groggy and reek, dehydrated, confused, upset cause your
last high flew right by you, when it was really
nearly a week,looking in the mirror, don't
give a fuck about your hygiene, make-up,
or hair, all you can think about is
calling your dealer to go pick up
one last sack, you swear its
your last one, all you
want is one more day
and you'll turn
around your
life for
good