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the liquid
once again I walk to
the bus there is a few
of us waiting as we all
have to do for the school
day to start anew it is cold
we have no buffer against
the wind and snow but my
friend brings out a bottle of
Jack and I produce the coke
and we pass it around to all
no matter skin color or sex
we are from our hood and we
take care of our own, mmm as
I take the liquid into me I feel
the warmth instantly, I guess
I was about 9 and the liquid was
my first and most destructive love
that has never really left, I have 26yrs
clean and sober, but I still fear it might
come calling, and I just might open
that door once again
the bus there is a few
of us waiting as we all
have to do for the school
day to start anew it is cold
we have no buffer against
the wind and snow but my
friend brings out a bottle of
Jack and I produce the coke
and we pass it around to all
no matter skin color or sex
we are from our hood and we
take care of our own, mmm as
I take the liquid into me I feel
the warmth instantly, I guess
I was about 9 and the liquid was
my first and most destructive love
that has never really left, I have 26yrs
clean and sober, but I still fear it might
come calling, and I just might open
that door once again
Published 22nd Dec 2015
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23rd Dec 2015 00:00am
This time of year is rough on people at times. Despite how often that door opens, only you can choose to walk through it. Pick Door No 2 and believe it'll open. It will.
