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Been Through The Mill
Contributed by
ATG
on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 06:08:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Hes shaken hes torn
his hands are all worn
His thoughts are a storm
of voices forlorn
he swallows a pill
to send his mind still
This man he is ill
cause hes been through the mill
Hes out of his wits,
he panics and fits
personas he flits
this man hes sick,
hes going down hill,
he tumbles like Jill
There is time he can kill
cause he's been through the mill.
Hes Drinking hes unfurling
into this dark hole he's swirling
he is hurling hes gurning
on crack he is burning,
He cant wait until
his next smack fill
this man he has Nil
cause hes been thorough the mill.
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ATG
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2009-06-23 06:08:54] (Date/Time posted on
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