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Final countdown

Needle in hand,
Spoon to fire,
Tied the rubber band,
These tools I require.
 
Inserted the needle
Collapsed a vein.
They've gone feeble,
To the drug I'm chained.
 
Sobbing and shaking,
Alone with myself,
Hurting and aching,
The worst I've felt.
 
Cold,tired,and sick
Hurting all over,
I crave another fix,
It’s difficult being sober..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by PleasuresOfPain
Published | Edited 18th Dec 2020
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