Drugs { C.Brown }

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I am angry.. You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain, I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins. At this point in time I didn't know who or what you turned me into, But you made it impossible to get through days without you. You had control of my body now, and if I didn't choose you, you made me feel so sick to where I was helpless not knowing what to do. By now I started doing the things I swore I would never do, lying and stealing off the people who didn't mean a thing to you. You had me convinced that throughout my life you were determined to stay, that I did not have that option of turning and walking away. Cover made by @MickeyTheAuthor

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