Needle Point

If I feel
The prick 
Of a needle tip
Going in and then
The rush as it 
Fills with blood
The drug goes in
And I feel unreal
And alive again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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June 10, 2017 at 7:38 PM
I've been down that road, CS. It's a dead end, believe me:)
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