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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
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