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An addict sits in this room,

I sit to write.

Collect my thoughts,

that are so scattered.



I light another ciggerette,

drag until the ashes fall.

The rush is iniment, fills my lungs,

as it fills a void.



The music rings it's unscattered beat

inside the screen,

inside my mind,

but there are no words to describe.



You're not here today

because I've pushed you away.

You don't know how to deal with me.

I don't know how to deal with myself.



Sitting here,

another ciggerette ignites.

Let it burn, as my thoughts won't fade.



The ashes hit the ground

they scatter the dash,

a lingering scent disgusts me.



I put out the flame,

sitting here waiting.

You're not here

I've pushed you away.



You've had your fill of nicoteen.

Now I've been put out.