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Nov 2014
Live and let die
Through good times, through trouble
I let that loved butterfly fly
You burst into my bubble.

It boiled over, all too soon
I mix in some love, you add a pinch of salt
From different planets we compare the moon
I didn't know that one day you'd bolt

Was I really important, did I really mean that much
I'm kind of feeling useless, being thrown away like trash
I think you might be insecure, and that I was your crutch
Attempting to control my addiction, do you think I'm going to crash?

Talking about addictions, you were my hardest drug.
Marijuana is nothing, she makes me laugh and write.
Magic mushrooms, I tear though then and I lay down a content, smug.
*******, now she has a little bite.

Don't tempt me with narcotics, because I love them all.
Acid is a night out, a sweet little trip.
Heroine makes me sick, pass out on the floor.
But when I inhale you, inject you, kiss you, feel you,
That is the drug that really makes me trip,
That is the drug that makes me lose my grip.
Shelby Tamzyn Cramer
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Shelby Tamzyn Cramer  South Africa
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