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you dont need it
why must you destroy yourself?
that herb isnt healing you..
its hurting me.
im not being selfish.
im looking out for you.
drop the bong and look into my eyes.
do you really need this?
fine.
but dont try to talk to me.
you already killed me.
that herb isnt healing you..
its hurting me.
im not being selfish.
im looking out for you.
drop the bong and look into my eyes.
do you really need this?
fine.
but dont try to talk to me.
you already killed me.
Published 18th Jan 2011
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18th Jan 2011 2:06pm
this poem perfectly describes the way that I feel towards my father and the choices that he has made. great job!
18th Jan 2011 9:28pm
I had a stoner of a first husband...nothing against the stuff in general but sometimes it does seem to run some people lives to the point that they cant tear their identity away from the drug...sad.
21st Jan 2011 1:28am
