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Needles and Sin

She was a carefree soul in an uptight world Just trying to fit in. Looking for love in all the right places that's how her story begins Her mama didn't want her, Her daddy didn't know her, so she ran away Looking for love in all the wrong places as she does to this day Men her daddy's age Drug are all the rage Disco ***** Stripper Poles, Needles and Sin Married at 18 seemed like the right thing drugs, an abortion, then a baby girl. Why she had me I'll never know I didn't fit into her world She found love in the form of a son for a time it was enough A walk with God She claimed she was on But satan called her bluff. Many men, any age Drugs are still all the rage. Barstools, Stripper poles Needles and sin She left us at an early age, Teenage girl and boys times 2 Searching for happiness in all the wrong places is watch she HAD to do. Being a mother To my little brothers We got through life ok. Hoping and dreaming wishing and praying Our mother would find her way. All these men, every age, Ice is now all the rage Sleepless nights, alcoholic life, Needles and Sin On the streets is where she lives druggies are her friends. Countless ways to try to save her But there is no end. Is this the life she dreamt of having All that time ago? A beautiful daughter, two talented sons and grandkids she'll never know. Any man, whatever age Homelessness all the rage. Self deception, mind corruption Needles and sin.
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callie-dee
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Jun 14, 2013
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