Badly Damaged: (London 1994)
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You wander the streets at night,
Looking for a fix or hit.
Tonight is no different.
Now you're feeling nauseous,
Because you're such a speed freak.
You're looking emaciated.
Your face is ghostly white and
Your blood shot eyes scream out for sleep.
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