The old me

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life of drugs a and going through sobriety.

The old me

I was hard to swallow and made you sick
they dare to say
that I'd never see this day.
Here at Keeton they stopped me from tweakin
no matter how hard I play to be
deep inside I'm soft at heart.
People take my kidness for weakness.
I play no games for my family in need
just think this all started with weed,
I watched my brothers fall one by one.
I didn't think my time would come
my life of bein high is done.
To my brothers I love you so!
I am glad I didn't die that way.
I snapped from trance
now I define the word chance.
My brothers how you cried and the world
just stared and passed you by,
now your buried and put away.
I sit and listen to words of hope
damn I hope I don't see no more dope!
To my brothers who died that way 
I am a inspiration for I am clean today!
 

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Nadia1986 commented on The old me

11-14-2009

Glad you shaped it and it takes guts to write something that deep nice work.

Phantasm

11/14/2009

hey it's life it's a game of chance... I made the right choice just wish my brothers could see it.

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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