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Into the grave...that drugs made.
Contributed by
In_a_While
on
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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In_a_While
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2005-05-17 08:44:28] (Date/Time posted on
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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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