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| A clear window. | November 20, 2009, 5:25 pm |
| Home > General > Poems | Posted by: LAUGH;cry |
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No sex, drugs, rock and roll.
No speed, weed, or birth control. Life is REAL without a high, So thanks, I'd rather live then die. No Meth, no Shrooms, no Ecstacy I'm better off just being me. Chemicals aren't for the brain, Infact, they'll make you go insane. I don't need vodka, gin, or rum, I'd rather know my nights outcome. I'm not saying that I'm better than you You just don't need this, to make it through. All I ask, is that you stop and think. is all you crave, just one more drink? Just one more pill, just one more hit? Well maybe now's the time to quit. Life's meant to live, and not to die, So what's the point in getting high? Just for fun, for thrills, for kicks? There's more to life then "living it." |
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| What runs through her mind every day | November 20, 2009, 5:25 pm |
| Home > General | Posted by: **Amanda;; |
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You see me as the type of person who hurts so much but still finds ways to laugh and put on a smile, someone who’s willing to brighten your day even if she can’t stand her own. But a lot of times she just drops that fake smile you see everyday and the laughter you hear becomes quite all because she realize she cant keep doing this, as that one tear fall downs her cheek. Nobody notices when she becomes quit because she knows she’ll get hurt again, she becomes afraid to care now all because she’s has a fear that no one else could care less about needs.
She believe that she not worth the time or efferent it takes for someone to feel special. She slowly starting to hate school, not because of the work, not because of the drama or the people, but because she knows she has to put up with the act she’s created for hours at a time. She doesn’t care to go out with friends to a movie knowing she’s going to be a “third wheel”. She gets fed up with always seeing couples together every... |
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