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The urges
They’re back
And they’re out for blood.
Why are they here?
I don’t understand
Why they came back.
I feel them like
A punch to my gut
The cry
Of a wounded animal
Is hard to ignore
That’s the same
Story when it comes
To the call of an addiction.
It calls to you
Until you run
To seize it.
Addictions
Everybody has one
Some call them hobbies
Others call them coping mechanisms
Some turn to pot
Some turn to speed
Some turn to heroine
Some turn to meth
