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 . 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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