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Hell On Earth

I cannot control
The choices you make
You poison yourself more and more each day
Little white pills used to be your thrill
Now they are your demons in hell whipping you in a permanent lifestyle standstill
You have become their slave.
I barely recognize you anymore
Your eyes are dark circles, and you walk like the dead.
Heaven to me
Would be you making the choices to live again
Your pride is your Sin
Open your mind to seeking help from it
Earthbound angels patiently await
for you to save yourself from this hellish fate.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Byrne Avatar
February 9, 2010 at 8:02 PM
This should be made into a poster.............honest and sooooooooooo to the point, well done!
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