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Oct 2020
itchy, cold, Hands shaking,
changing mood, focus and my regulation,
just so i could feel a different sensation

itchy, cold, Hands shaking,
energy that keeps me awake,
more energy than my weakened body can take

itchy, cold, Hands shaking,
pupils so wide,
that you can almost see the broken mind inside

itchy, cold, Hands shaking,
a supply that never seems to stop,
every hit makes your life drop

itchy, cold, Hands shaking,
the last hit that i shall be taking taking,
now my stone, cold, hands can finally stop shaking
i  hope you like it as much as i liked making it!
Written by
willem dp  19/M/belgium
(19/M/belgium)   
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