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The cure
Contributed by
eastboyez
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Tuesday, 5th October 2010 @ 01:31:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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The heart sinks through the chest,
Breathing is slow, I feel at rest
Jaw gets loose , moves so slow
Body gets light, I feel am about to flow
There is a smirk on my face, worries no more
Even breathing makes me happy, I think I'hv found the cure
From money, to love, to all the hate
to the sadness, the poison that's got into our veins
It heals me so well, but I get sick again
So I take more n more again n again
Don't call it a drug, its a medicine
The whole world on weed, the peace, imagine !
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2010-10-05 13:31:26]
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Re: The cure
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by NewGuy on
Thursday, 7th October 2010 @ 08:14:31 PM AEST
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