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Detoxed
Contributed by
Rikki
on
Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 07:36:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Bringing out the dead feelings in my body.
Shredding and pulsating through miles
Of veins, scars and pain.
Mindless illusions skipping around behind my eyes,
Waiting to seek out something familiar
To bring back the happiness I once knew.
Constant change repeatedly filed the void,
But now I must change again
Away from the spectacles of the intellectuals.
I have been blessed with the ability to
Hide in a hole while still seeming presentable.
Individuals attempt to accuse me of
Pondering certain ideas without having
The common curteousy to realize that this
Particular idea is most likely
The least of my concerns.
I simply couldn't care less.
Copyright ©
Rikki
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2005-06-20 19:36:26]
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Re: Detoxed
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by TheSchroedmeister on
Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 07:58:23 PM AEST
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"...spectacles of intellectuals."
This has a certain twang to it. This struck a chord, myself having a recovering alcoholic as a friend.
Glad I came across this |
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