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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Blanket of Syringes
[time] => 2008-08-15 22:15:03
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[bodytext] => and i wish i could stop the dripping of the basin sink but i cant move my arms a little pinch of blood fell out just as i jagged the syringe i hit the vein but it has too many punctures i could die. is this alive? the line just looked so inviting down my throat it burns i can taste the powder acid based maybe. a sweet concoction i had someone here about an hour ago he dropped some and fell over i think his heart stopped beating but it's hard to tell these days the world keeps moving but my world has stopped id rather waste time killing the hours til my heart finally gives in til my bloodstream finally decides to stop my veins are turned to tissue i cant even cry tear drops anymore it's just chemicals wow what have i gotten myself into some awful mess back to the chemist i go the streets are blurry i cant see. my eyes burn i dont know if they are tearing up or just coming loose cant even go to the doctor without skeptic. hiding all the pills in the place look at myself in the mirror lovely red eyes. pale skin regrowth to my split ends mother glamorous so this is reality? give me another hit im too far gone now [comments] => 1 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 66 [informant] => amber_vonhorror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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