Saturday, November 12, 2011 @ 7:15 PM
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My veins are crying for chemicals,my brain; a release
distract me with the depletion of dopamine,
the stunting of synapses
the grey matter eroding,
I'm dying already,
I'm just trying to make it as quick as possible.
Labels: Cigarette, Coffee, Dreams, Drugs, Loser, Poetry, Psychology