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THC
Im running out of excuses to use,
and drugs to abuse;
Pretty soon I'll need to come out of my shell,
but only to refuel;
After that I'm back inside,
Hiding from society;
The only thing that keeps me alive,
Resides in my glass pipe
and drugs to abuse;
Pretty soon I'll need to come out of my shell,
but only to refuel;
After that I'm back inside,
Hiding from society;
The only thing that keeps me alive,
Resides in my glass pipe
Published 24th Apr 2010
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25th Apr 2010 3:44am
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 9:40pm
25th Apr 2010 4:17am
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25th Apr 2010 11:22pm
Yes, you only come out to look around and then its back to the subtle and grinding pain, such a nuisance. Dull the hum with the smoke. I really this poem. Draw me closer, into the thought process.
21st May 2010 5:19pm
nice and short poem :)
zero on the basic problem of a drug abuser, where to find money to buy em, and how to combat the increasing dose of addiction.
zero on the basic problem of a drug abuser, where to find money to buy em, and how to combat the increasing dose of addiction.
26th May 2010 5:36am
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 11:42pm
6th Jun 2010 3:15pm
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