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Drugs?
Drugs? Are drugs something we stay away from? I like drugs. I like how drugs make me feel. I like the way it makes me happy. I remember when I first touched this drug. I was at school. It reached out to me and I reached back. This drug. What does it do to me? I like what it does. It gives this feeling. This high. This warm. This fun. I love when this drug is around. It was there when I was sad. It was there when I was happy. I feel full on drugs. I love the way it makes me feel. I am committed to this drug. I wanna make it my life. I wanna always be with it. I love my drugs.
Does the drug love me? The drug is with me back. The drug told me yes. The drug wants to stay with me too. It's my only drug. I'm addicted. I'm addicted to it all. I spend all my money on the drug. The drug is my life. The drug is taking my love. The drug is my friend. Best friends we are. The drug stays with me. I stay with my drug. The drug stays in my hand. Always with me. My drug is always on me. On my hip. My mouth. My lips. I love my drug.
My drug isn't working. What's wrong with my drug? Why am I not happy? Why my drug. Why don't you make me happy? I don't feel full. Why my drugs. Why must you now leave me empty. This isn't you my drug. What are you? Where are my drugs? I love drugs. Do my drugs love me? Where did my drugs go? They disappear sometimes. Why must my drugs go? ARe they running out? I'll spend more for them? Why doesn't my money work? I love my drug.
I'm out. Out of drugs. What happened to me? Why didn't they work? I want my drugs. I want their happy. I want that high. I need them. I knew they were running out, but I don't know why. Why have you been running out my drugs? Why? Why do it all? Why make me happy? Why make all these memories? Why stay when no one else would? All the money I spent for you. All the time. All that happiness. You helped when I was sad. I looked to you for help. You were my all. You were all I had. Now you leave my stomach empty. For you were all I wanna eat. You're all I want my love. My lovely drug. How you have left me. Left me sick and addicted. Why must my drug have done this. I love my drug.
I miss her. Oh how I miss my drug. I loved my drug.
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