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pleasant dreams and white lines

she gathered her thoughts in a dream just for now only good things untill she awakens to find her kill on the table next to her bed a thin white line so she grabs a needle shakes her oh god the feeling of dynamite in her arm no thoughts no dreams just a feeling of nothing so she gets her high then she gets her low no money is worth a life she never woke up again she die at only twenty five
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Posted: Oct 2010

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sadly happens every day.
right my friend she had a son she did every drug she could do
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