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White Lines

there's a little girl she's only 14 lost with nowhere to go met an older guy told her he loved her got her pregnant then he left... had to find a job to keep up with his habit he couldn't put the crack pipe down destroyed every relationship because he's always high and could never come down.... the bottom of the glass there's a little bit left but then he's all out a drunk and a slob fried from his job and he doesn't seem to care as long as he has his daily fix without it, he doesn't dare... white lines of lost human souls white lines of an overpowering addiction white lines in every way sold and till death human spirit soars high in an intoxicated state never coming down without previous knowledge of the past they're lands them in a padded room try to warn them but they wont believe disappear honest thought, ill conceived for many these addicted souls help came to late and now all they see is white lines....

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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