Under cold and wet fog I struck my bitter and doubtful steps
Nose and cold feet, soft body almost kissing the asphalt.
The mouth asleep, burned and drugged biting the tongue, the blood flowing throbbing begging for more.
More, more than anything, the despair is real and inevitable.
The lack air, lungs hurt, my head spin spin spin and weights, pain ,despair, fatigue and the need is latent.
Veins bounce, seem to drop from within the muscles, it seems that tug, muscles at the same time contract and stretch, a movement so fast and uncontrollable that it feels like a thousand needles going in and out of your body simultaneously.
Cramps, chills are details compared the feeling of death, the constant danger and imminent persecution.
Contempt for life increases considerably. The voice of your conscience becomes absent, you suffer wildly ,resist sluggishly and again ... and again surrender easily.
Yeah Fátima is pretty convincing.
fátima its a brazilian nick name for cocaine...
Click here to learn abt the bad effects of drugs
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