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just a junkie Member
since 2003-03-04
Posts 53 |
Raised Trails I've numbered all my veins And traced them with the spike My arms look like the designs that A snail leaves behind in the sand Raised trails that each tell Their own story Of being a prisoner to The syringe Bruised skin and dried blood Create a confusing collage Which resembles hell The infected abcess in the bend of my arm Begs for heat and attention But only receives cold neglect Promises of a new tomorrow Fade faster than the setting sun And for another day I inject myself With liquid life So I may continue to breathe Long enough to hope that Tomorrow never comes. Just a Junkie |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
You paint a picture very vividly. I never had the experience of taking drugs, but if that is what it feels like , then I am glad I have not been tempted. Great write. |
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qtpieelmo Senior Member
since 2000-07-04
Posts 989Sesame Street :) hee hee ,NY |
WoW This is scary, with much emotion, I loved this, I just hope its not from experience, if it is I hope you find the light soon!!   ELMO "No man is EVER worth my tears, and the one who is, will never make me cry!" |
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just a junkie Member
since 2003-03-04
Posts 53 |
Unfortunately from experience - thanks for taking thew time to read. Just a Junkie |
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RavenEye Junior Member
since 2003-05-02
Posts 29Ohio, USA |
Very emotional read. I hope you do find some inner peace. Keep faith! Thank you for sharing your soul. Bye, RavenEye |
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