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Willpowerless
Contributed by
SirCallower
on
Thursday, 28th May 2009 @ 02:25:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Maniacal chainsaws buzz in my head...breathe
The muscles of my temples alternately flex from grinding my teeth...breathe
Chills run up my spine, the same kind of chills you get from sitting on a cold toilet seat...breathe
I know I can get it, But I tell myself I don’t want it, I don’t need it...think...
Ativans don’t help it anymore
I am pacing the floor more than ever before
Writing seems to help, its worse than you think
Now the pen in my head has run out of ink
Copyright ©
SirCallower
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2009-05-28 02:25:33]
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Re: Willpowerless
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by Voice of the Silent on
Thursday, 28th May 2009 @ 02:55:27 AM AEST
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now see that's why you use lead and always have a spare with a pencil sharpener at hand
What I'm saying is when ready to use drugs when you don't want to have a friend close by to stop you and have someone else there to stop them from letting you
great write
hope to read more soon
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Re: Willpowerless
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by Balmain_Tiger on
Thursday, 28th May 2009 @ 07:10:00 AM AEST
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Nice analogy of the pen and mind. very clever.
I liked this |
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