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The effects aren literally eating us alive but the high is so good we go back for more again and again just to feel the nothingness of being numb and happy and sad and high and crazy like we could do anything like we're on top of the world and starve for power, starve to jump and feel the adrenaline pumping in our veins and as we come back down reality crashes into us and we cry and just get high again, just start the continuous cycle just to be problem-free together. The world spins into oblivion and we hold hands and laugh, half screaming half crying from pure joy, crawling around on all fours, rolling around like lunatics as we begin to crave another high. It hurts but we're obsessed and can't stop so we keep going for what quite possibly be forever, never stopping to consider that grugs bring people together and for that small moment of time we're all best friends, just spinning and smiling.

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Get a Fix

Everyone's addicted to something. It's like a plague taking everyone with it while we just watch helplessly, thinking of a new way to geet our next fix. We've all got something in common, we're all the same, just trying to feed our addictions. Every night we lay in our beds writhing from withdrawals, not sleeping at all like insomniacs listening to faucets dripping water and looking at false images in the patterns of the ceiling, not really alive but not quite dead either. We wake up soulless, not even  bothering to wash or dress, all the sooner we find our dealers and stop this madness that keeps us locked in cages, addicts all around. Addicted to living and breathing, afraid to stop but wishing it all the same.