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I know it's bad, but it makes me feel good.
I can't help myself.
Don't jugde me...
I know it's wrong,
and horrible.
It's like a pill.
Like sweets. Like drugs.
I can't live without,
I'll do anything for it.
Sell my own blood,
sell my life away...
because I'm addicted.
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