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Into the grave...that drugs made.
Contributed by
In_a_While
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Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 08:44:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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This page of raging history is my list of pains and more nothing more is every stain that blackens door
my room is too dark shaded blue black no reflection just a fire that's faded drugs are no protection
yes i'm shaking leaves drop my eyes can't focus more shivering need i can't stop twitching till the morn'
this deep lake is my sleep weep darker than the well addiction's hill is steep pillows of pills in hell
i'm falling into wind the ground will swallow me trees are evil grinned their roots will follow me...
Into the grave... that drugs made.
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Re: Into the grave...that drugs made.
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 11:16:52 AM AEST (User
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Lots of emotion and hurt in this one. Hope you come out on top....
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Re: Into the grave...that drugs made.
(User Rating: 1 ) by sride686 on
Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 12:12:15 PM AEST (User
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Good write with lots of emotions in the words. Take care and keep your head up things will turn out okay at the end. Good write and as always I enjoy your writes and the style in witch you write. The ending was good and put a good close on the write. Well done with yet another dark write. Take care…Steve
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Re: Into the grave...that drugs made.
(User Rating: 1 ) by sweetangeluk on
Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 12:59:13 PM AEST (User
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My cousin died a few years ago through drugs. It is a terrible addiction.
Your poem expressed a lot
A sad yet wonderful write
Love Angelxxx |
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