Hard truthsA Poem by nigrum homonculusNot against smoking and that as I do It myself, it just becomes abit much sometimes
It's 12pm my heads a mess/work politics got me stressed/I'll find some light at the bottom of the pipe/in an unknown part of the woods tonight/there I will confess within the trees/I can't cope with life without these/ vices an addictions that offer distractions/ leading me to my self destruction/ so it's 12pm and my head is a mess/ I should talk to my dad more an my dealer less.
© 2015 nigrum homonculusAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2015 Last Updated on April 7, 2015 Authornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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