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Mar 2016
An addiction with affliction
I have a craving to which I have no control
I am a ****** addict I have been told
It seems why I am an addict I have no clue
I don’t care about the world or the people
It’s just that simple
I rather steal to maintain my habit
That’s all too it
Society made me who I am
My drug abuse was meant to be
I am in the open for all to see
If Death were to come I wouldn’t know
My attitude on that is so
My habit is my own business
I am committed and I am the witness
It’s risk I take
It’s my decision I make
One sniff is never done
If you are looking for the Addict, I am that one.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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