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On my Addiction. It is not what you think it is.
The addiction burns through my veins.
Every day without a fix fills me with rage!
When I go too long without, my hands shake, my eyes lose focus and I can't think.
I obsess over the memories my addiction created, over the feeling of euphoria I felt, over the feeling of excitment and the speed of my breath as I got another fix.
My life is my addiction, my addiction is my life.
Without my addiction, there is no point to life.