Habitual
An addiction to inks
A dependency to the F R E E D O M
"Just try it and you'll be cool", they guarenteed him
Take it away and watch as my soul sinks
Deep in my chest ever so close to the "Ba Bum"of my being
Take it away and there is no longer a reason
The needle to my vein when I start to lose my sanity
Powerful words used to express my feelings only get labeled as profanity
A habit not worth Break Ing
A risk not worth talking
My Drug .
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