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The Hunger
Contributed by
angelus8663
on
Friday, 16th December 2011 @ 04:00:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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The hunger drives me on, my search is in vain,
Im not going to find anyone, not in this driving rain.
There, a man on the corner, by the street light,
I ask if he sells, he gets offended, and starts a fight.
I wake up in a puddle, my face torn to shreds,
I try to sit up and see purple and reds.
I roll on my side, splash puddle on my face,
I lay there and wonder how I came to this place.
It started with a friend, who said give it a try,
I gave in to peer pressure, lit up and took to the sky.
The buzz was amazing, the lights were so bright,
I chased after that feeling, night after night.
My friends became dealers, my family forgotten,
I did anything to score, my needs became wanton.
I sold my possessions, and moved to the street,
My addiction now impossible to beat.
I pull myself up, wipe the blood from my eye,
The realisation comes, its not long till I die.
I hold out my hand and whistle for a cab,
The driver asks where to? I reply Rehab.
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Re: The Hunger
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by gypsymaddness on
Saturday, 17th December 2011 @ 11:31:50 AM AEST
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| This touched me, it really did. I want my cousans to read this. It'll be my hint:] really good. |
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