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I can't tell you How many times I've hit backspace Trying to write This.. this.. poem About you About your death And how it sits So uneasy In my blood cells The horror of it Plays in my mind And I wish it didn't I wish it couldn't I see it all Everyday So vividly The violent rage Fueled by psilocybin That you went into As you slammed your Fist through glass The faces of the Officers as you Bled to death On the floor In front of your mother The screams that ring Through my ears From that night Slice through My unstable soul I miss you Plain and simple I wish there was Somehow more time Or a way to Trade I don't think that's Possible But I really would Trade Because the thought Of my best friend Losing her Brother Of sixteen To drugs Simply Haunts my bones
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
Psilocybin
I can't tell you How many times I've hit backspace Trying to write This.. this.. poem About you About your death And how it sits So uneasy In my blood cells The horror of it Plays in my mind And I wish it didn't I wish it couldn't I see it all Everyday So vividly The violent rage Fueled by psilocybin That you went into As you slammed your Fist through glass The faces of the Officers as you Bled to death On the floor In front of your mother The screams that ring Through my ears From that night Slice through My unstable soul I miss you Plain and simple I wish there was Somehow more time Or a way to Trade I don't think that's Possible But I really would Trade Because the thought Of my best friend Losing her Brother Of sixteen To drugs Simply Haunts my bones
© October 2010 Sarah Lynn
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 6:49 AM UTC
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