Nicotine, my nicotine. Y'know, I could really use a coupla busy days at work? but no, just boring days. This is harder than it should be. And I'm not convinced that I'm right. I can't go to the basement and play music, that's where I smoke, dammit; I need to just sleep, sleep through this shit, wake up and have been smokeless for three months, yeah, thet's what should happen. Crazy, crazy. I itch all over. Not a physical itch, but a psychic one. All. Over. I itch to the point of pain. Tomorrow... tomorrow will be better.
Hit me, hit me, give me nicotine....
Give me nicotine!
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