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My dearest friend, you'll soon be dead.

Don't you see what you've come to be?

Keep taking your poison,

Keep drowning out all your fears and concern,

Drown it out with ****** pills and herb.

Loose the peace, it took you so long to find.

Give up your daughter, your home and your life.

Give up me, and our friendship.

Give up all those wonderful times.

The monster in your veins wont let you feel the blame.

It burns and it aches, till you feed it again.

one last time, one last hit.

If it were up to me, you'd never get that last fix.

You'll beg and you'll plead.

You'll scratch until something bleeds.

You'll say that you hate me,

But I'll just cradle you with love,

and maybe one day you'll see,

That the monster hurts both you and me.

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Mar 28, 2010
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