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May 2015
And it was like an addiction
Who cares about affliction?
Running through my veins
Running through my mind
Holding  me in chains
Making me blind.

But it was an addiction
I couldn't even give you a depiction
Every second on my mind
Wasn't very kind.
I was an addict
It was my addiction

It was an addiction
I'll give you a prediction
I used to be a star
Now i have a scar
Don't follow this white rabbit
It will become a habit.
Abigail Night
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Abigail Night  18/F/LOST
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