a written apology

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a poem of how i got to where i got on to drugs

Submitted: December 15, 2011

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Submitted: December 15, 2011



one day i was cleaning

out my house...

spring cleanin'

is wat we call it

i heard a knock at my door

when i got to the front

no one was there...

just a box

it was layin' there

on the ground like it landed here

nothing else was there...

a note

layin on top of the box

i leaned over to grab the box

when i read the note

only one word was on the note...


i took off the lid

my eyes bulged out

if only you saw what was in there...


only an addicts' dreams

they'd give up everything

just to feel that buzz or high

only to escape reality

so we dont have to

emotions that were too strong

isnt that why drugs there?...

yes and no


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