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Nov 2015
My knees ache
Head is weak
Three **** days
No ******* sleep
My mother calls and I ignore
I can feel her tears hit the floor
This isn't me
I'm not this man
It's hard for me to understand
I want to die
But then I don't
Just need one last bit of hope
But no hope here
This place is bare
And I continue on my journey without a care
Can't stop today
Maybe tomorrow
This is my pain
This is my sorrow
If God can hear me
Please grant this prayer
Give me love back
And make me care
I miss my family
I miss their love
In importance
Theres nothing above
But not today
My mind is made
To these drugs
I am their slave
Written by
Mike Achuff  Oc, Nj
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