DRUG!!!!

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DRUG!!!!

My blood is boiling, burning bad
I tell myself I can't be had.
It has a hold on me so tight
sleep all day, up all night.

This feeling I get that takes me away
up real real high
but back down the same day.

I love this feeling it gives to me
the rush,
the high,
the energy,
but then I stop and sit to think
I can't right now cause its still inside,
my brain won't work cause I'm still high
and this is all I seem to get,
from start to finish, it just won't quit.

I tell myself to just let go
but my body and brain always says no.
I want to move on, I want to be free
but this drug it has a hold on me.

I know your thinking to just let go
but its not that simple or I would have done so.

One day I'll be that person I was,
do the things in life I always dreamed of,
but until that day, this is me
lost and turned out, very much unhappy.

I pray for god to help me escape,
that the day will come that I get my break
I just hope and pray
It doesn't come to late...

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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