My Aunt warned me about the drugs on the street, for she witnessed it first hand what they did to my parents and my Life Orientation text book gave us examples of how to say No when the cute guy with blue eyes offers you a line and my parents graves should have been a warning enough but curiosity got the better of me and I took that one line and now I realize poison only tastes like poison after you've swallowed it. I've been to 5 rehabs in my 20 years alive and today is day 3 for the sixth time and I don't know how to outrun this cancer.
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From The Attic (poetry)
Thơ caFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
