Zero

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Just a slice,

Then two

Then three

Same as that powder

Sugar drug

Unknown to me

Sharp friend

Silver smile

Kiss my skin

Bled or snorted

Same desire

Deep within

Whether its my lines,

My blades,

My scars

Or a plastic baggy

Big money

Fast cars

An addiction's an addiction

Destructive, deadly

They all are.

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