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A sad poem

A drag to numb the pain,

A thought to kill the brain,

All the same. 

A shot to fill the liver,

A broken adult was once a happy child.

A child with stars in their eyes, 

A adult with drugs and liquor in their veins.

All the same to me,

Just different ways to numb the pain. 

KARM ►

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