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Apr 2019
They say I am a gateway,
They compare me to class A.
I go by many names,
I’m used in many ways.
Watch me preform my tasks,
Medicinal practice here at last.

To the seizing child on the floor -
Let me steady you once more.
A aching bone feeling sore -
You won’t need pills anymore.
A confused mind needs more time -
I’ll wait with you, will see it through.
Or maybe im just for leisure -
I can enhance, what you pleasure.
Certain compounds within me -
Will help you function, human being.

My death count remains naught,
Unlike the alcohol that is bought.
Don’t abuse what I can do,
Respect me, and I shall you.
As with all things great,
It’s give and take.

I was placed here too grow free,
How can they criminalise me?
Abbie Victoria
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Abbie Victoria  26/F/Yorkshire
(26/F/Yorkshire)   
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       Francie Lynch, Graff1980 and Terry Collett
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