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Addiction
Contributed by
XXXsilvervoodooXXX
on
Sunday, 23rd March 2003 @ 05:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Addicted
I don’t remember why I’m standing here,
Where did this gun come from?
I don’t remember what I’m breathing for,
For I’m standing in a puddle of tears.
I can’t recollect the last time I felt the needle,
Where did these bruises come from?
The pain exited and hunger is taking place,
I need an uplift, but I’m standing here.
Why did I decide to come here,
Now I can’t find the right way out.
Trapped in a puddle that continues to grow,
Why can’t I even just save myself?
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XXXsilvervoodooXXX
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2003-03-23 17:05:00]
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Re: Addiction
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 24th March 2003 @ 07:36:11 AM AEST
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Addiction is such a difficult thing to overcome. Have strength. I am sure you can do it.
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Re: Addiction
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by Gribba on
Thursday, 27th March 2003 @ 06:40:43 AM AEST
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| Good poem. I like this one... the confused feelings... wow... and nice flow to the poem. |
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