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by Deena Aug 30, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I made one mistake after another, Trading one drug for the other. Trying new things, trying new drugs, All I was doing was trying to find out who I was. The drugs they lead to many more things, Always making things not what they seemed. I was exposed to a world of drugs and lies, I met many new people and alot of bad guys. The drugs they made me someone I was not, Snorting them or smoking them boy I sure did alot. But those days are over and the drugs are in my past, But I have to say the memories I have of them will always last.
by kimberly
So true! wow very good poem!