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Im scared of highs.

It was like god gifted me with my own personal
brand of heroin, and you were my supplier.
Just one hit of you,and I was climbing higher and higher.

When your gone, theres nothing.
The world doesn't exist
If I cant have you in my wrist.
My world doesn't exist,
When your not flowing through my wrist.

When your here, I have no control.
When I catch that high, nothing matters anymore.
Your lips are like needles,
When they kiss my body
And your hands are the clouds in my head,
Keeping my morals foggy.

I swore on my life, I would never need you,
but here I am, addicted, to lying, evil, deadly, sinful,

Beaututiful, thrilling, sensational,

you.





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