It fucks your mind.
Changes everything.
My mind.
My body.
I feel trapped
Like knives stabbing
My back a million times.
But I can't stop.
I just can't.
I need it.
I need to it to survive.
I need the drugs.
To relax.
To be happy.
Written by BexutifulNightmxre
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PoesíaA short collection of random poems. Written by @BexutifulNightmxre and @Bitter-Swxxt-Dream.
