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Stoned

Poetry By: Fangs
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A short poem of a girl that has done drugs and looses herself to it


Submitted:Sep 7, 2008    Reads: 90    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Runs up my spine and chills my bones

This is what happens before I got stoned

After I do it I am owned

It knocks me out cold

I awake in a bed

But I feel lifeless and dead

I don't remember words i have said

I look besides me and find someone I don't Know

Then as I put my hands over my eyes I sob

"what have I done?"





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