highA Poem by Elizabeth BoughnerMy Pluse Beats Faster. My Blood Flows Swifter. I Close My Eyes, Concentrating On My Breathing. My Mind Is Drifting . My Soul Is Flying. While My Bodys Dying. I Now Know The Feeling Of Addiction, Not To The Drug Itself, But The Feeling, The Feeling I Cant Stand To Lose. The Higher I Am, The Eaiser To Live, With Out Having To Try. © 2012 Elizabeth Boughner |
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Added on January 2, 2012 Last Updated on January 2, 2012 AuthorElizabeth BoughnerLinden, MIAboutHello, my name is Elizabeth and I am a senior in high school. I love writing and unfortunately I really have not been getting on this site very much but ever since I started taking a college writing c.. more..Writing
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