Withdrawal Ramble

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem that I wrote in a haze of drug and alcohol induced insanity. I have no idea what or who this is about so your guess is as good as mine.

Submitted: January 22, 2012

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Submitted: January 22, 2012



Sitting here with a twenty,
Runny nose.
No reception on my phone,
I need it.
I need you,
You've got so much more to prove.

I'm not alone.
I'm not afraid.
And turning the page ain't as easy as it seems
When you're fucked on valium and the sandmans taken your dreams.

Do you really mean what you say?
I can pick holes like a terrorist spraying a plane,
And will you let me pick up your scent?
I'm gonna hunt you down if you like it or not.

Yeah I'm starting to get what you said about me now,
But it isn't that easy,
I was never meant to be this way.

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