I quit. Cold turkey. I wont touch the stuff ever again. It seeps into my viens and burns my heart. The needle pricks and prods. I quit. Cold turkey. The feeling I get, it's not worth. The isolation I attempt, it's not sane. It paralizes my body and my mind. I cant even write. I quit. Cold turkey. The fight never ends. It's constant. It's done. I am addicted. Infatuated. I quit. Cold turkey. I knew the whole time you would chunk me into this hole. Who do you think you are? You must be so powerful. I quit. Cold turkey. I wont touch the stuff again. Never again will I love...... I wont touch that stuff again.