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Dear Addiction, could you please stop knocking on my door?         I already have your ***** syringes scattered about my floor.                You keep on telling me that I want more         But I’m not very sure. When you pierce my skin everything stills         Even though I hate it it feels so much better than the pills                 I don’t want to do anything you have taken my will         Not only that, you’ve taken everything, including all of my dollar bills I know that feeling of dry mouth too well.         They tell me that I can stop but honestly, I can’t tell                 Right now it seems like the only way out of this is a bullet shell          I don’t know why I crave you when you bring me so much hell When you crawl your way back into my veins         Those first hits of pleasure make me go insane                 I start to remember why I got on this crazy train         But then I remember just how badly you’ve ****** up my brain I wish I could get your illness out of my head.         They tell me that I am one twentieth of a gram from ending up dead                 Yet no matter how many warnings are said         You seem to be the only reason to get out of bed. I have lied for you.          I have ****** for you.                 I have done for many awful things for you.          And I will most likely die because of you. Dear Addiction, why do you make this so tough?         They say that abusive relationships aren’t made out of love                 And I know the way you treat me is rough         But I cannot help what I love. They say that all you do is harm.         Yet when my happiness comes into me through a needle in my arm                 And my brain tells me that I should be alarmed         All I can do is crave your harm. Your harm makes me feel like I am whole.         But it also seems to drag me further into the hole.                 It seems that you have taken my soul         Getting you out of my life is a faraway goal. Dear Addiction, you’ve hit me with a huge smack.         You’ve shown me how easy it is for life to get out of whack                 I probably should have stopped before your first attack         But you had seen to put my life back on track. Dear Addiction, you fill up my hunger.         But at the same time I’m starting to feel more and more like a jumper                 I hate you more than I’ve hated any other        You are my most hated lover. Dear Addiction,          I’m giving you an eviction.                 I never even gave you any permission          To take away my ambitions. Dear Addiction, I want to send you away.          But you are still knocking at the door where I stay                 You always do know how to get your way.         Time to go back to my decay. Dear Addiction         Stop ******* knocking. I’m coming!
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Dear Addiction,
Dear Addiction, could you please stop knocking on my door?         I already have your ***** syringes scattered about my floor.                You keep on telling me that I want more         But I’m not very sure. When you pierce my skin everything stills         Even though I hate it it feels so much better than the pills                 I don’t want to do anything you have taken my will         Not only that, you’ve taken everything, including all of my dollar bills I know that feeling of dry mouth too well.         They tell me that I can stop but honestly, I can’t tell                 Right now it seems like the only way out of this is a bullet shell          I don’t know why I crave you when you bring me so much hell When you crawl your way back into my veins         Those first hits of pleasure make me go insane                 I start to remember why I got on this crazy train         But then I remember just how badly you’ve ****** up my brain I wish I could get your illness out of my head.         They tell me that I am one twentieth of a gram from ending up dead                 Yet no matter how many warnings are said         You seem to be the only reason to get out of bed. I have lied for you.          I have ****** for you.                 I have done for many awful things for you.          And I will most likely die because of you. Dear Addiction, why do you make this so tough?         They say that abusive relationships aren’t made out of love                 And I know the way you treat me is rough         But I cannot help what I love. They say that all you do is harm.         Yet when my happiness comes into me through a needle in my arm                 And my brain tells me that I should be alarmed         All I can do is crave your harm. Your harm makes me feel like I am whole.         But it also seems to drag me further into the hole.                 It seems that you have taken my soul         Getting you out of my life is a faraway goal. Dear Addiction, you’ve hit me with a huge smack.         You’ve shown me how easy it is for life to get out of whack                 I probably should have stopped before your first attack         But you had seen to put my life back on track. Dear Addiction, you fill up my hunger.         But at the same time I’m starting to feel more and more like a jumper                 I hate you more than I’ve hated any other        You are my most hated lover. Dear Addiction,          I’m giving you an eviction.                 I never even gave you any permission          To take away my ambitions. Dear Addiction, I want to send you away.          But you are still knocking at the door where I stay                 You always do know how to get your way.         Time to go back to my decay. Dear Addiction         Stop ******* knocking. I’m coming!
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
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