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Dec 2017
I'm Slowly fading.
The Dream Life is Nearing.
It's Feels So enlightening.
I know it's A trick.
It's feeding me Greatness.
So I grow more affectionate.
This is poisonous.
Im becoming unconscious
I'm losing Focus.
The demons Are Revealing
The devils approaching
My Mind is Spinning.
Feining for a quick fix.
To escape My reality.
Intoxicating me With Clouds That Are numbing me entirely.
I hate but love this.
Its Sad but I'm helpless
Dissapoiniting To Lose Yourself to A Substance.
not being able to find your way out
To have people Call You out
Telling You How Could You live Like that, such A shame you treat yourself to that. What A loss For A mother . How heart breaking
to see her baby give out to such a sick thing. To Not Bother caring About the life given.
You People Don't See it.
It's become a
disease To our bodies.
Yes, we thought processed and Did all Actions.
Our intentions Were not to become addicts. We did not make a commitment to Forever Be Addicted.
We were mislead, tricked & Weakened.
It was all unpredicted.
We got lovelyΒ Β pulled close.
to then Be in a huge Tangle.
I don't want to live
Think , act or chose this Road.
The devil exists.
I gave it my soul
for something so poor.
September 17
PEARL SMOKE
Written by
PEARL SMOKE  23/F/los Angeles
(23/F/los Angeles)   
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