Speeding rails into a dead heavy wall- Woke up with powder on me- Sent shivers down my spine- Woke up with the face of a dead man- An IV poking into the center of my brain- Painstakingly feeding, a graduated junkie- Gone- From life- From death- From existence-Birth sign: Libra
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