Jack D.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
May God give me the strenght to see the wrongs of my ways

Submitted: November 07, 2007

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My dear fried Jack

You are the worst kind of friend

The kind that makes me feel better for a moment

But in that moment you have fogged my mind and I make a horrible decision

You slide so easily down my throat

Burning justa little

I turn to you for all the wrong reasons

It is so easy touse you just to forget the world of problems

But you are the one who uses me

Uses me until there is nothing left

And I am left emptier then ever


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