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The addict
Contributed by
ipanema_gal
on
Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 06:20:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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They will call him God
with cracked lips
gaunt faces
they will shiver
they will sweat
And these actions they'll forget
for they a people have hearts of gold
They will beg
And they will scratch
Torn with their eyes stained with salt
if only to their addicted fault
Be night.......Be day
A rave of light so gray
for there are people here with minds of glass
They will pray
and they will scream
to return to their fantasy
their deam
And they will call to you
tonyone, for assistance.....or a loaded gun
For they a people have souls of rust
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Re: The addict
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by lost_chadow on
Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 06:57:43 PM AEST
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| Okay, I hate saying this because i get it all the time and it's extrememly annoying, but i just couldn't keep up. I think this needs a little grammar check, but I think I get what you're saying. I can't agree, but I'm trying to understand. |
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