Drugs by The_Writer4

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The panic fills my mind, the only escape I found in a drug.

I didn't mean for this to happen, caught up in the high life and there's no coming down.

My mama warned me about this, started calling me a thug.

So caught up in the depression, all I do is frown.

No turning back now, I need the fucking plug.

Only one solution, give up and allow myself to drown.

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