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Feel sick to my stomach but I need it
An attraction, luring to the lips
Bypass the mind to collect
Inhale and receive
Shaking hands absorbing
Taking the life away
Trading for a second of bliss.
Exhaled in a mist
Blood pumping, heart at race
The intoxicating calm embrace
A weight on the chest, paid for in years
A life of unrest, the close is near
