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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Sequence of Actions Which Came Before Now
[time] => 2007-02-08 13:30:14
[hometext] => just thinking back
[bodytext] => Another episode, another day, another reason for my dismay. Eight a.m. high-the best there is, energy liquid with few bubbles fizz. My life , my day, neither a yay or nay. Lost I am you might see in this world of glee and yes, you are right, I always take the flight. All dosed up in days, looking careless and dumb No one in class knew how my mouth was numb. Bathroom excuses every minutes thirty, calm I have left and came back so flirty. Partying all night just to get the numbers, then, at eight a.m. wasted in the park with him she stumbles. Trip to the pawn shop to sell her ring from her daddy, cuz money relief will bring. -I wanna go to school, so let me go back- -Wait a minute girl, we might get some money from sellin' that crack...- Both sixteen and runaways What the end of this could be? Will he get into that well known phase and take away her dignity? She didn't forget her family and what she has been tought, came back to school then readily, but Ezra himself also brought. Another time, another scene -action of a desperate fiend. For dinner with her daddy went, In charming words the evening spent. Daddy gets up, wallet stays, fires in her eyes enflame. Step by step he goes away and his own daughter-maid of yey- gets the wallet, searches through, looks at the cards-gold, gold, silver blue. Three pieces of green hundreds go right into her pocket. Then she got the blow. And since this was that time called last I swear I won't forget the past cuz drugs I love and drugs I know Drugs made sure that I have grown. Drugs brought me good and they brought me bad made me forget and made me give head. Made me laugh and made me cry made me cold and made me fry. Woke me up and made me sleep brought me to depression deep. All the good things and all the bad never balanced in my head as for one bad thing yet there are many good things worth your while. Money fame, acquitances, soon everyone in town you know, you learn to use right sentences and one of THEM you become slow. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ediii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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