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Up the garden path

by john-edward-smallshaw

Did it,rue it,had it,blew it, don't do dope. Home alone,stoned at home.home and stoned,unhomed alone, hypodermically syringed,unhinged and whinging all the time,no hope. Don't do dope. It's so uncool,so old school and only fools act like a fool, you think that you're okay and you can cope,but you can't.so don't do dope. I did and found it very hard to stop,found you can't get fixed in a one stop shop but I found hope, found I didn't need that dope I'm still a dope though.
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Aug 5, 2014
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