my nails scraping the surface
needing that drug
my worst fear, dying
dying without
my tremors
unable to eat
all i need is that drug
all my cravings will go away
Holding objects in my hands
these things make me forget
they let me release and tension
one hit..... i'm starting to feel it
i can't remember these fears
i do not remember you
no pain
just me flying
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