Things are crazy again.
Every beep of my phone is becoming another hit of my drug that I need to survive.
Withdrawls of you stunted by every word-every letter.
Beep.
I can't bear to see what may be rejection.
Can't stay away from another injection.
What can I tell you?
Not what I feel, but now I feel like an idiot with nothing to say.
With you,
I need,
One...
More...
Hit.
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