I'm the druggie,
Who walks out the door,
And never quits,
'Til i'm passed out on the floor,
I'm the ex cutter,
Who grabbed the knife,
Dripping with blood,
Because it was stronger than love,
I'm the dreamer,
Of many things,
My dreams are neverending,
Of my freedom and rain,
I'm the quiet on,
You'll find in the corner,
All by myself,
But never alone,
I am me,
Dressed in black,
A cut free druggie,
Wishing for my freedom back.
Something i wrote in lockup
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cut free? good to know that someone is
you wanted a comment, well here it is- i like the poen, it flows beautifully, though i'm not sure some of it is not lies.
i don't know what you want me to say, okay?
it's a good poem, though...
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