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Confessions Of Sinner
Breathing in air as thick as pudding,
skin feels so tight as if it were shrinking.
Eyes lids start to drag down, covering your eyes.
You walk around town with a blank white
sheet on top of you, knowing there is one
there, but not knowing. Fingers and toes
trembling. Nails being chewed down.
Eyes twitching and you catch yourself fidgeting
Your mind can only think of one thing. The one
thing your hooked on. That one thing you can't
live without. What are you?
A junkie without his junk.
