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[aid] => mick
[title] => poison in my mouth
[time] => 2009-11-18 01:51:05
[hometext] => my personal meth addiction timeline
[bodytext] => tracing my own mystery of the initial taste of sin i snorted in deep the poison and felt it fix the broke within i was little then, barely just 13 but the fit was perfect it was all i never knew i needed to be so i spent the years snorting away time sleepless weeks and sucked in flesh never turning down a line then at 17 i met the most intreging man i said hello asked did he "know" "yes" he did and put on a show in a storage unit huntington beach he pulled out of his pocket magic id never reached he laid out the works with surgical precision showed me how to mix my new ambition i removed my leather he ran cold fingers down my arms found the spot and it hit so hot i was enchanted by chemical charms it was we did no one else knew hidden sickness more pronounced bruising, kissing my love for them grew i felt so empowered manipulation of blood and flesh then the cops got involved aressted and stressed the secret was out did they have a clue so much dope id consumed juvie, no sleep 12 days in all ***** up that i was she who took the fall after i got out,he came looking for me 4:00 a.m. ***** off pa so ***** off he couldn't see i went after him, found him on the lawn steppped out running with him welcoming the dawn bus back to h.b. holed up in his room when i left i was filled with doom never saw him again year later i gave another mans child his name i still played with sharp things, but was now was alone with my game my dirty secret belonged belonged to only me playing with a needle all i wished to be many months passed phazed sharp things away back to inhalation but always craved the alchemist way didn't ***** with it for years till one day it found my way did not resist and mixed my fix aw, it took my breath away now here i am almost 35 years old i cant close the book yet we part ways for a spell, but we find our ways back again i must be it's pet this will never change maybe im done for a day,year, decade but we mee t again, indulge my sin and shoot my sorrow away [comments] => 2 [counter] => 356 [topic] => 66 [informant] => weezel666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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