Submissions by addictedty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
lost
the more chemical smoke i inhale,
the closer i get to this lonely death.
how did my life become a black out flail.
im that lost soul whose nightmare is meth.
the closer i get to this lonely death.
how did my life become a black out flail.
im that lost soul whose nightmare is meth.
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past days
His days where bitter sweet,
like the Grouse Grind with blistered feet.
his eyes peeled for a safe seat,
for he is ready to admint to god his defeat.
like the Grouse Grind with blistered feet.
his eyes peeled for a safe seat,
for he is ready to admint to god his defeat.
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