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Apr 2012
Sitting against the wall
rising, beginning to fall
the substance is cooking
I truly hope no one is looking.

Filling the needle, to the very tip
Must not be wasteful, must not let it drip
Quickly, quickly, must find the vein
Insert it, relish in the pain.

Spinning, spiraling, dancing out of control
the monster under my bed just became real
the monster has my life, my every deal

Everyone watches me, haunting me
the walls are bleeding
the voices are telling me what to do
say goodbye, the new me is not the one you knew
To anyone who reads this, I have not now, nor have I ever abused, used or condoned drugs. However, I believe in marijuana to be something other than a so-called "harmful drug". This is only my opinion, but I have had no experience with recreational drugs or street drugs.
Ashlynn Wieckhorst
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Ashlynn Wieckhorst
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