It is a disease.
Do you remember, father
When you stuck that needle in me
Long ago one December?
I couldn't stop.
I needed it.
Now I avoid cops.
I'm too young for this shit.
If I could go back
With the knowledge I have now,
I'd cut you slack.
But would it change anyhow?
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Poems
PoetryThey're mainly poems made by me, but if I post one made by a different author, I'll refer to them.
