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His face looks sweaty

You can bet he knows what happens next

Andrenalin kicks in

Flows through his body

But the pain

Won’t go away

Not today

Not tomorrow

So he lives a life in sorrow

For something he never did

Just want you to know

He accepts the situation

He is in

No regrets or anger

Will pacify him

The needle marks

In his arm

Don’t seem to heal

So he steals from his future

And that’s quit stark

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