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Gasping desperately for air,

Writhing from deep within,

Desperately trying, trying to rip off my own skin.

Needles lie on the sheets

Groping for pain beneath the eyes

Hide in the closet, smothering the cries.

We are choking on air,

Smoldering in the chilled snow

That shot was somehow worth it though.

Scream as your body shakes

Moan as your mind runs away,

Don't be afraid to invite that needle back to play.

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