I'm trying to
I'm trying to do anything
To be clean of you
There's nothing good
Coming of this
Only a slow end to life
But I want it
Want to be high
As I am with you
Inhale you
Breathe you in
And choke, but in blis
I don't know why
Why I have to try
To hate the pain
I should just quit you
But I need a fix
And I'm itching to be clean
This drug has twisted
My mind out of control
Into an addiction
-- 8.23.06
Monday, September 11, 2006
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