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Craven

Once Upon a tweakers theory drugs are f***** up and death is scary dripping sweat paranoid I sit thinking cops outside my door
Than wait here it comes not a soul knocking on my trailer door
Nothing but fucked up thoughts and loneliness this dope pheene has in store
Been two days no sleep things ain't the same as they were before
Wishing my dog would stop skeeming on me as he quietly sits their in my bedroom floor
Only if he could talk like Poe's raven cursing me never more never more
Illusions flooding wildlly as my brain enjoys dopamine galor
Thinking of calling the whore who lives next door
Fun today but sure death this son and uncle has in store
Can't keep doing this need change family tells me as I gently knock on the Rehab's door
No addict lives long never more never more
Written by eddieAe
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