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sparkle27 New Member
since 2005-11-25
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Reflections of a junkie (the penniless poet) I sit here in the gutter with a needle in my arm Reflecting on the fact that once i owned a farm I should be up this morning harvesting the crop. Time and time i ask myself - is it too late to stop? Everything i ever had has sadly been sold, I know if i keep doing this i surely wont grow old. I know i really need some help, but don't know what to do, But i remember how it started, when i was introduced to glue. My mother keeps on nagging me, so does my dad, They keep on reminding me of the things i once had, I tried to save some money once to buy my old farm back, I bet you guessed where that lot went, on another load of smack. My children won't talk to me, i've also lost my wife. Next time i shoot in my viens, i might pay with my life. I sit here contemplating on how good things might have been, If i had not started taking ganga, smack and heroin. |
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