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The Things My Mother Told Me Not To Do

My memory slips As the substance reaches my lips No, this isn't okay But I do it anyway Feel it hit me hard In depression, I starred Could almost feel the handcuffs hit my wrists But still not enough to leave behind this bliss Such a monster I had become Such a person gone numb Such destruction ran through my veins But at least it lessened the pains Each time something new came along Shoot it up, or light it up, nothing's wrong False realities I bought into Unbelievable nightmares I went through

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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