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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THAT COLORFUL DRUG CONTEST Sponsor: Lewis Raynes There may have been some pink or red…but mostly loneliness and black… My head couldn’t tell the difference between right and wrong…good and bad…here or there…Now all I see is the darkness of my death and the regret of my soul. All I could feel was my essence slowly die as the drugs sank lower into my brain. -Drugs that are unnecessary broke me. It started off as one fun night…. All it took was one small white pill. A night of false smiles and counterfeit laughs. Waking up in the morning is what sent me to my darkness, so taking one more pill helped my laughs return. My laughs were dishonest. Artificial. -Drugs that are unnecessary agonized me. They robbed me of my innocence and stole my purity as my true beauty leaked into the creek by the willows of sorrow. Tiny particles each separated into different poor judgments. With each pill, more torment and with more torment more suffering. -Drugs that are unnecessary tortured me. They embezzled my sweet core and threw out all the bright whiteness I carried. My aura was yellow, then it turned grey. With each pill, more anguish and with more anguish more affliction. I soon realized that, “one is too many, and a thousand is never enough.” How do I feel about drugs? Simple. They are the hell of hell and the diabolic of the wicked. The inferno of remorse ate me from the inside out and I shall never be the same again. Sure, drugs released me from the inner demons temporarily, but in the end they fed me the devil on a silver platter. I suffered from severe hair loss, insomnia, irrational thinking, impulsive actions that could’ve killed me and memory loss. My life is ruined. -Drugs that are unnecessary killed me... Date Written: May 31, 2016
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