MISERY CYCLEA Poem by dHarwin8184An experimental style where I try to captivate the pain of my addiction.My skin is screaming Moan Me and my desperation Alone Empty syringes Hopeless Get yourself together Focus There is always a way Money F**k them all over Ugly Stealing and selling Thief Really doesn’t matter Relief Calling my dealer Friend There is always tomorrow Again© 2016 dHarwin8184Author's Note
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