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Like a poem that got deleted before published, my life is a story that got thrown out with the rubbish. I was born an addict, a three or more gathering fanatic. i lived for my high and believed that if i didnt i would die, i was scared at night and thought i would burn and today i sit here and sigh and ask myself why?, why did i get so addicted to this thing i spent hours on my knees begging for that fix acting like a s****y trick. i needed my faith and would pass the pipe of ignorance with fellow believers of the reality, laughing at my surroundings that i had created for myself, seeking the embrace of love that would harness the power to deny myself understanding and die happy for i was an addict and i sold my soul because i was told it was so.

Reviews

[Admiral Kirk]

This is a very powerful little poem; I like how it tells a life's story in only 8 lines... Great work!

[nicman2011]

thanx...i feel im not good at this poetry stuff but everyday im compelled...wierd...so not my personality

[Admiral Kirk]

You're pretty good. I wasn't too interested in poetry until I came to this site, and now suddenly I can't get enough of it. :)