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always a toker never a smoker never burned never yearned my half still joints laid in ashes forgetting them there never aware they were saved for later in times of need for times of relaxing for my daily needs I then got a bag (H) put the *** behind i did these two things never thinking why which one do i need which one do i choose i chose the bag it became everyday with no way to stop i never had fun when i stopped i would only jones they are now behind me i ask myself why i have no reason or a reason why they say there's no bridge or a gateway to drugs i thought the same thing and i only smoked *** never thinking of other things
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
The Bridge or the Gateway to Drugs
always a toker never a smoker never burned never yearned my half still joints laid in ashes forgetting them there never aware they were saved for later in times of need for times of relaxing for my daily needs I then got a bag (H) put the *** behind i did these two things never thinking why which one do i need which one do i choose i chose the bag it became everyday with no way to stop i never had fun when i stopped i would only jones they are now behind me i ask myself why i have no reason or a reason why they say there's no bridge or a gateway to drugs i thought the same thing and i only smoked *** never thinking of other things
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Nov 25, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
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