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I can feel it in my  body, I can feel  it pulsing down  my  vertebrae in my  spine, and  in the  blood in  my veins.  I can feel it  slithering  on  the top layer of my melanin lacking skin.  Oh I can feel the  craving More. More. More, at first  I thought it was  just a little bit  more, a tiny  craving. But  it's more than that, because  every *******  time  it's just 'a little more',  every time it's the  addiction.  Hidden behind covers to  hide the sun when you first  wake up, the constant  ignorant 'wanting' telling you that  you  only need a  little more sleep.  You only need  one more puff.  You only need another  swig of the  liquid gunshot  in the disguise of my lips.  "It won't hurt" says the little lying ***** who calls himself addiction.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
My Little Friend
I can feel it in my  body, I can feel  it pulsing down  my  vertebrae in my  spine, and  in the  blood in  my veins.  I can feel it  slithering  on  the top layer of my melanin lacking skin.  Oh I can feel the  craving More. More. More, at first  I thought it was  just a little bit  more, a tiny  craving. But  it's more than that, because  every *******  time  it's just 'a little more',  every time it's the  addiction.  Hidden behind covers to  hide the sun when you first  wake up, the constant  ignorant 'wanting' telling you that  you  only need a  little more sleep.  You only need  one more puff.  You only need another  swig of the  liquid gunshot  in the disguise of my lips.  "It won't hurt" says the little lying ***** who calls himself addiction.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
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