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Shooting-Up
Contributed by
Live2Die
on
Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 04:17:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Fed-up,
Don’t want a cup,
So tired,
Ain’t wired.
Deadly high,
Ready to deny.
Clearly fainted,
Life is tainted.
Here dying,
No more lying.
Handcuffs’n’guns
Going through the runs.
No point,
Smoke a joint.
In a cell,
Say farewell.
Smuggled knife,
Ended life.
Now dead,
No more dread.
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Live2Die
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2005-06-05 16:17:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Shooting-Up
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 07:07:02 PM AEST (User
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Nicely written and straight to the point on how life can be. |
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