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Alaska St

Alaska St. Watching druggies strung out on dope, wondering, how do they cope, with all the pain they inflict and endure, hoping and praying for a cure, knowing life will never be more, then bringing metal to the scrap store, getting money to appease the jones that has crept up inside from their bones, injecting poison into themselves, live on Earth is like living in Hell. When will it end? When will it stop? Will they be sent to the morgue? Or locked up by cop?

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Date: 7/1/2011 12:21:00 PM
Enjoyed reading the words that flowed from your pen today Eva. I hope you have a wonderful fun filled weekend and that you find miles of inspiration along the way. Love, Carol
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