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If writing was a drug I'd have a frequent-flyer card at the rehab clinic. The nurses would all know my street address my middle name and the way I take my tea. I would have scribbles on the inside of my elbows ink stains in my lungs, and little letters hanging from my nose hairs I would bribe the nurses to sneak me pens and paper in the middle of the night, My thoughts would be sewn in ink across my body, and I'd have pre-ordered my tombstone to read: "Here lies an addict" But thank god writing isn't a drug. Because if it was I'd have died a long time ago.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
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If writing was a drug I'd have a frequent-flyer card at the rehab clinic. The nurses would all know my street address my middle name and the way I take my tea. I would have scribbles on the inside of my elbows ink stains in my lungs, and little letters hanging from my nose hairs I would bribe the nurses to sneak me pens and paper in the middle of the night, My thoughts would be sewn in ink across my body, and I'd have pre-ordered my tombstone to read: "Here lies an addict" But thank god writing isn't a drug. Because if it was I'd have died a long time ago.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
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