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My Lucky No. 7
Contributed by
nail-to-the-head
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Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 08:27:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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i can turn to you in my time of need,
you're always there to help me through,
i wouldn't survive this world without you,
my mind is just playing tricks on me.
i can pick you up,
hold you in my hands,
taste you on my lips,
my troubles will soon be gone,
but only for now.
when morning comes,
and the light shines into my blood shot eyes,
the memories all flood back.
i need you again!
i need to get my head straight!
but what am i really fighting against?
the depression that makes me drink?
or is it the drink that is making me depressed?
just a bottle of old No. 7,
to wash away the pain,
wash away my darkest secrets,
until another day.
+ nail-to-the-head +
24.02.05
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Re: My Lucky No. 7
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by sicknivesevered on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 08:34:06 PM AEST
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| I get the idea, indeed. I especially liked the 3rd stanza. Good write. (^_^)v |
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Re: My Lucky No. 7
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 08:44:28 PM AEST
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| There's so much to this. Great work. I'm glad I came across this piece. |
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Re: My Lucky No. 7
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by hopefulheavyheart on
Thursday, 24th February 2005 @ 06:38:29 PM AEST
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| Wow, such deep thinking for someone so young with so much ahead. My husband is an alcoholic of 15 years. He has damaged his organs so much that he moans in his sleep in pain. He tries to quit but never wins that battle. If you want to get married and have kids someday, please take control now. |
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