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Junkie is

Junkie was...

A junkie is, a junkie was, a junkie here? a dime a dozen.
A junkie girl? just sixteen.
Choose to see life, a different sheen.
Needle never, needle then.
Needle why, in need of a friend.
Need some love, to warm my bones.
was frightened then, terribly alone.
A junkie was, a junkie why.
A junkie wished she could die.
A junkie lost it, skinny and sick.
all that’s left, bones to pick.
A junkie disease, a junkie cure.
Don’t know if you can recover for sure.
A good person now, a junkie then.
Hard to tell who might win.

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