Addiction

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Technology Equals Psychology

Technology Equals Psychology

Today, time has become nothing but technology
This is equalling to much more needed psychology...

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Not Knowing

When we know it is our time we,

The to run from the dark.

But the darkness swallows us...

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Self-righteous Pride

Self-righteous Pride

One day I thought I could be the best at being a man

Than I realized I'm not perfect at all...

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A little message from your...

A little message from your buddie called METH!

ā€œ A little message from your buddie called METH!ā€

Let me tell you a little about me and what I can...

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My Dreams

Sleep evades me, I want your touch, I miss it so much.

As I doze off I think only of taking your...

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Crystal Meth

Crystal Meth

I destroy homes

I rip families apart

I fuck up everything

And that's just the...

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Stitched

They say she did too many drugs -
that's why I was born with the hole in my heart.

I have my...

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Precious Battlefields

When did my body become a battlefield

where my mind could play out wars

fought over "yes"...

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Affair

The taste of you on my mouth,

The smell of you just calms me down.

When I say goodbye you...

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HONESTLY

Life after drugs... that is where I'm at,

Woke up at 50, slippers and cat,

Vague...

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Hooked

Hooked

They call me Alice
I've lost my mind
Throwing out my reality
With the pills and wine...

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Writer's block

The creative mind is now at rest and no longer exist to create words that lead nowhere.

Once the...

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No 5 Cheap Street.

Sickly sweet odour of cheap perfume hangs in the air.
From the third floor window she stares...

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Addiction

Addiction

I’m an addict

I love the rush

Of the way it feels

When her lips meet mine

...

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Children of the dust

Children of the dust

The father is not here

O Lord bring him home

The cuts on his arms

His face made...

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Drugs

Help

Excuse after excuse

Not ready to change

Tho it's a problem

Can't help...

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The Funeral

The Funeral

The surge within the purge
Regurgitated words, feeding the faceless herds
Isn't it absurd?...