The thought of one mor time...
And I would stop...
The thought of how nice it was to get away
Your eyes so blood shot
Your beautie begaining to fade away
All you can think about is when you can do it next...
What will you do next...
Screwing up your life one sniff at a time.
In your head you know that your fucking up.
But why bother stoping...
No one cares
No one is there to save you.
The addiction gets stonger and stonger.
On day you decide to give it all up.
Your faimly
Your friends (or maybe the one you have)
Everything
Your less than 6 feet away from the clift.
No you don't know the rush it gives you
You don't know the pain it heals
Addiction
2 feet away...
And then you say
"Fuck it all... No one cares."
And you jump.
The addiction is so stong it took your life
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Written March 20th, 2005
A contest entry
- by Sagwu Asgaya.
300 points, ended November 8, 2005, 11 entries
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This was awesome! Jess This was so good! Great infact! yay! Keep writing lil shawty! peaces!
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that is real good i liked it talk later
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