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These Drugs

These drugs making our minds feel fearless like we are at ease secretly messing with our memories. These drugs taking our pain bottling it all in vein, loosing the track of time when your high then you realize years have gone by, and you are left with nothing. These drugs wrinkling your skin aging you within, now you are dying and wish you could turn around and your whole life would be there waiting for you to start over new, then reality sets in, now your kids are grown and they do not recognize you anymore your all alone left with no-one but your conscience telling you you should have quit before it got this far. As your lying there dying slow all your pain that you got high for just really hurt you even more.

 

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