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[sid] => 64469
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Addictions
[time] => 2004-09-20 14:03:41
[hometext] => About mine or other's addictions.
[bodytext] => They show us that drugs are the way, The only way to have a perfect day, They tell us that money is the key. Money buys everything we could ever need. They teach us that love is a hard ****. They teach us that love is a wet ****. They teach us that love is only sex. They turn us addicts into washed up wrecks. They flood the radio, the television. I've got no choice, no way, no decision. Beastiality, heterosexual, gay. Hardly a way to live through another day. What's the point of all this ****? I'm sick and tired of this. Just give me another **** hit, With the joint or with your fist. I gotta get out of these addictions. All the good things; it's all fiction. Life is all about sex, drugs, money. It's so **** up, it's not even funny. My sister's dying? Soon gonna be dead? Hold on, after this ***** gives me ****. You watch your best friend die. But, you don't care. You're too high. Nothing and no one matters anymore. You're too busy counting your dough. These **** addictions, sucking your soul. Sucking out your life, your mind, your whole. Gotta live, gotta live to your next fix. Too drunk to watch my life as it tick, tick, ticks away. My life is my vices, my addictions, my cravings. It's all for that. It's for that I'm slaving. Addicted, it's all relative, right? Nothing is really black and white. Everything is open to interpretation, right? It's all up to your point of view, your sight. I'm just fine, you are the liar. All I want is to be loved, that's my desire. But it's not gonna happen, so give me that bottle. Don't worry about me, I'll be sober in a little. I'll quit right after this one, I promise! Excuse me, I gotta vomit. ****, that burned like hell coming up. I gotta dull the pain, gimme the bottle and a cup. Got any weed? X? ****!! I need something. No, I'm going to quit. Just one more thing. I'm an addict and I hate normality. I'm an addict and I dig formality. I'm an addict and I'm not gonna stop. I'm an addict and did you hear that pop? I'm an addict and I **** love it! I'm an addict and I don't want your ****! I'm an addict and you should be too! I'm an addict and who knows what I'll do. I'm an addict and I'm happy like this. We're all addicts and we all look like this! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 61 [informant] => luna_mica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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