Junkie

Silently slinking,

drinking in the dark,

the remains of my veins,

unafraid of the narc,

I will sell Granny

and fanny for snow,

my self-preserving bullshit,

all that I know,

none understand

this damned affliction,

you judge and begrudge

and call it ‘addiction’.

 

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