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Been Through The Mill
Contributed by
ATG
on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 06:08:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Hes shaken hes torn his hands are all worn His thoughts are a storm of voices forlorn he swallows a pill to send his mind still This man he is ill cause hes been through the mill
Hes out of his wits, he panics and fits personas he flits this man hes sick, hes going down hill, he tumbles like Jill There is time he can kill cause he's been through the mill.
Hes Drinking hes unfurling into this dark hole he's swirling he is hurling hes gurning on crack he is burning, He cant wait until his next smack fill this man he has Nil cause hes been thorough the mill.
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