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On 01/07/12 17:40, Chris Jones wrote: > It hurts too much. (And I have the pills to stop the pain.) I roll up the sleeves of my shirt long sleeves hide the mark of blunt needles pushed in hard to hide the shame; I feel the need for a hit heroin; you were my Saviour can you do it again? And you think this romantic! If close by, I really need a hit and another and another do you ever really stop?