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by Good Enough Mar 27, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / other
Sitting in my room not a care in the world but my heart keeps pounding just asking for more The drugs were getting useless My thoughts were becoming raw My friends became enemies And of course it was the law But for a few months now Ive been completely sober Things are getting better And my body craves it more It seems that it wants and seems that it would need Another drop of drugs And a little loss of me
by AnCi
Another amazing poem! You have a great talent, keep writing!