September 22, 2009
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The sweat chills my back as I sleep through withdrawal,
Feeling the pain though there is none at all
I’ve lost all cognition and I can’t seem to think
Closing in on the edge, near the brink
The world rushes around me
Sweat moistens my palm
The rush of the high
Leaving me perfectly calm
I have been told that being addicted is bad
And that it’s wrong and it’s crude
But I really can’t help it
Cause I’m addicted to you.

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