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 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Carlos Caloca
If we learn from our mistakes, then making no mistakes is our greatest mistake.
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Rusty
Drugs
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Rusty
Comes in Jars
Comes in little **** baggies
Comes in Wrapped up clear wraps
Comes in capsules
Comes in bottles
Comes in a "100% organic" jars from the smoke shop
Comes in a friends hand
Comes in a pouch
Comes in eyedrops
Comes in as the best gift
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
DarkDepriment
They are our ESCAPE

our Fantasy

Our Ecstasy.

Our way out.
I often hear rants about drugs and peoples nasty opinions of them. I listen carefully and I agree with a few things people say about drugs and the damage it could cause, and is causing, but people have to think of why drugs are being used in the first place. It's not the 'drugs' it's LIFE! Life is the motherf#%*er who makes us rebel.
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Kale
Drugs
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Kale
I would like
To be on drugs
Just for one day
Not to get addicted
Just so i can let loose
Show a different side of me
Allow me to see the world differently
Allow me to forget my pain, and sorrow.

However I am conflicted
Drugs may make me loose my mind
I may end up rotting in prison
I may harm myself
I may harm others
I may shorten my lifespan
Drugs
Drugs
Drugs
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Rani
Drugs
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Rani
They asked me if
I'd ever done drugs.
And I told them about
Your eyes.
You were my drug of choice.

- Rani Olivia
You are my favorite drug
Cigarettes, *****, and ***
Can't even begin to create
The high your presence delivers
{m.r.l}
It doesn't **** you...
But It makes you forgetful & dumb
It can be addicting even when you say it don't.

I can't even talk to you when you're all doped up. It makes me sad that you'd just turn to drugs.
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Bo Burnham
I said no to drugs once.
I looked a bag of **** right in the face
and, like a loving but firm father,
I said, "No."
I was really high.
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
jas
depressed
 Feb 2018 RebelGirl
jas
leave me to rot in this grave that              reeks of depression
            grasping for a fresh breath
                  dirt filled nails on my worn out fingers
                                        left with a weary spirit
                                                          ­ I've lost the will to exist

perhaps this is the end of the end.
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