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no refills
To many memories i left behind ,old stories,drugcrazed glories
The nights strung together to create neverending days
The anxiety filled mornings of waiting for the pharmacy to open
To get our peace and piece of mind
We rolled the bones for onehundred hours
Smoked our share of that sweet green flower
Our weekly roadtrips to see her special croaker
And then i got high and tried to choke her
Learned quick lessons in crime to feed the habit
Tried to find a vein but couldnt stab it
Then the days cycle complete,sit and watch her sleep
Her body rising with every drawn breath
As i sit here alone on my torn junkies throne
I nod off into drug induced death
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