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Fear the Addiction

Weed is my name Causing depression is my game I can turn a super model into a whore A millionaire poor A classy lady trash Now smoke me till I'm ash I ruin your bank accounts Break up perfect families / causing missery and pain I don't really care about the hurt you go through I'm just here to use you and mentally destroy you You once were beautiful...liked for your looks But your no longer welcome...your reminded of a dirty crook I can turn an average teen...into a needy feind A single mother...into a broken lover Break me up and smoke me Enhaul me and love me Never put me down and i'll never let you down I'm a silent killer A silent addicter I'm called different names because I bring certain pains and play vicious games I attack your lungs...and you still don't learn none I can have you thinking I'm here to help you Make you feel a way...Cocain-Crystal Meth- and Heroin can't Smoke me...i'll kill you Roll me... then sale me I'm here to destroy your dreams I'm here to ruin your relationships I am a crime and can help you become a prisinor in your own mind I love the wormth of lips rapped around my tip As you enhaul a deadly spell I'm mentally unstable and physically unable to be seen as a bad thing Mentally I make you crave Physically I make you misbehave Now take a HIT And become an ADDICT

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/9/2009 3:25:00 AM
first off potting the blame on on any drug is side steeping the problem. it's chasing the high that's a problem. in the right mind frame drugs are a stimulant used to open you mind to thing otherwise unseen. the natives use payoty as a vision quest. and well till my family started smoking together it was constant war. so don't blame weed.
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Date: 5/26/2009 10:08:00 AM
I BECAME AN ADDICT OF WEED AND IT TOOK ME PLACES ILL NEVER FORGET LIKE FEDERAL PRISON FUNNY I ALWAYS SAID ID NEVER STOP SMOKING BUT IVE BEEN CLEAN TWO YEARS NOW AND ITS AMAZING HOW MUCH I REMEMBER AND FORGOT GREAT PIECE WELCOME TO SOUP
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Date: 5/26/2009 9:20:00 AM
intense and powerful...so many additions..so little time. Light & Love
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Date: 5/19/2009 6:49:00 PM
Great descriptions of the possibilities... -Alley
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Date: 5/19/2009 3:00:00 PM
I had to smile while reading the amazing poem. It could be terrifying to some, and not others. A state of mind over matter one would image, as are some things in life. Great job! ~Joseph
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Date: 5/14/2009 10:45:00 AM
This is amazing! I love the angle you took! I cannot wait to read more of your works! Thank you for commenting on mine! ~Rachel
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Date: 5/8/2009 9:48:00 AM
This is perfect. I wish this poem could be read around the world. You have captured the curse of marajuana addiction with every word. Keep writing. And welcome to Poetry Soup. Love, Dane
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Date: 5/7/2009 7:37:00 PM
This is the "reality" of it. Welcome to the Soup. Keep writing. Vince
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Date: 5/7/2009 11:45:00 AM
Certainly a mind probe, and hopefully one that will open the eyes of others. Nicely done, Reality, and congratulations on having your piece featured this week! It's unfortunate when some might find that this poison becomes their cure. A powerful and pensive write! Best to you and yours....Mikki
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Date: 5/7/2009 11:18:00 AM
a good write, to make people see what things abuse of theese products can do, I dont smoke and never have, I have God to thank for that and I am thankful I dont need anything other than God himself, gOD BLESS FROM DIANE
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