Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Wondering

Why do I always feel like a drug addict these days?

I suppose it could be the sketchy clothes, the bloodshot eyes, and the frizzy hair.

Or the need for something.

I don't know what it is, but I know I'm dying without it running through my veins.

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