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Jan 2013
I’m not really sure if I’m me anymore.
I’m addicted to things I’ve never even done before.
I often find myself craving a cigarette,
Or just a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Whiskey.
I miss that feeling of sneaking out and walking the streets at night,
But that’s something I never have done.
I miss that feeling of holding a gun and pulling the trigger,
the sound as it makes as it backfires.
But I’ve never shot a gun before,
I’ve never smoked a cigarette,
I’ve never even seen a real bottle of whiskey,
just the ones displayed in bars.
But yet this urge, this “I could really use one of those right now” it’s the feeling of an addict.
I’m not an addict.

But yet, I could really use a cigarette right about now.
Dani
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