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Feb 2016
is it becomes a routine
the next hit the new drug
awaiting that rush you used to get with
a little bit

the thrill wears off so quick
never enough morphine
nor fame always gotta re-up
buy more everyday

when perhaps one day
you look up naked
without purpose , the wish
is you had for one day

the ability to
do without
and gain back
what you used to have

a lost dream
the normal routine
that caused the
whole *******

thing,
to begin
with
wordvango
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