Lying on the soft leather with the needle in my arm The nurse didn't even get that look on her face Or wonder what the hell was wrong with me When she had to look for the vein in my arms I am finally forgiven for the sins I have done Althought the subject was brought up With an old friend who reminded me it was bad And asked if I did it elsewhere It's been so long though Somebody from above finally forgives me And what is more I have forgiven myselfBirth sign: Libra
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