A vicious cycle. A ride you can't get off of. You always come back to me and the little brown vile. Chasing the rush. Eager to feel your heartbeat race, your pulse quicken. It makes you so vulnerable for me. Like puddy in my hands to mold and toy with for my pleasure. Let go. Spiral. It's what you're good at after all junkie. Deeply inhaling and having your mind manipulated by one of the best. Your greatest weakness...