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My Paradox
- Heroin granted me wings n' withdrew the sky, leavin' me captured.
- So I pushed down the plunger n' soared to infinity.
- So far gone it's hardly torture, leaving me appressed n' enraptured.
- The needle grows duller with each endless puncture, countin' on my invincibly.
- I am an accumulation of every wrong turn n' hasty decision.
- I learned to survive the only way known, fuckin' utterly callous.
- the demon that rages fatally within, incapable of exorcising.
- the black sheep chock full of grudges, from sin to instinct.
- Full blown addiction is eating when you are starving.
- The cruel paradox starts as you realize the hunger will never relent.
- As the needle blossoms red and you feel the poison you servin'.
- a sensation of bliss that can’t be compared in the slightest
- Scars of the past that haunt me at every corner.
- Torment shattering my chemical induced paradise.
- Temporary relief fades as hope remains a foreigner.
- A junkie stands before you, needle forever in hand.
- My synthetic demons course through my veins.
- Every free moment spent pursuing my next high.
- A demoralized shell of a women all that remains.
- Engulfed by a craving that I don't dare deny.
- Striving to break the binds that claim my essence.
- Another step closer to death, my final escape strategy.
- Glimpses of hope consumed by the devil's taunting.
- Delusions of freedom serve as a reminder of tragedy.
- Praying silently for mercy to a god that I don't believe in.
- Committing suicide in slow motion my pitifully retreat.
- Standing within reach, ready to face death without fear.
- The vicious cycle I'm predestined to repeat.
- Stuck with no ending in sight, requiring more as I feel something.
- Poison seeped into my soul, providing a brief detour.
- Facade crumbling apart at the seams, incapable of bluffing.
- My bleak reality a forlorn abyss forced to endure.
- Mirror reflecting the depraved spirt I've become.
- Void of the girl I once was, tried so hard to repress.
- Demons that dwell inside, forced to succumb.
- Grim existence summarized, clearly a junkie in excess.
- Nothing left but to accept my pitiful fate.
- Carrying forward to greet my impending demise.
- Won't be long now, junkies have a quick turnover rate
- Heroin perpetually faithful, by my side as I await.
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