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Hanging OverA Poem by Blackened SoulBlabbering mouths,Leaking mumbled transgressions,Completely unaware, entirely obliviousNever ending the incoherent barrage,As the moon shimmers a dimm.. |
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AddictionA Poem by JavanWritten after hearing Danity Kane ft Lil Wayne - Phase, and I just wrote down what I had in my head! |
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Addict, Addict, At Your Door.A Poem by KaraKay.For those that have let the recreational habits become a monster. |
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My fightA Poem by Clare MooreMy addiction has me trapped |
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What to do now?A Poem by Clare MooreMy struggle with my addiction |
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Not my missionA Poem by Clare MooreMy little sister overdosed. On July 24 2012 |
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Endless TunnelA Story by Sam L.I originally posted this on another website, ten minutes ago. I did not have proper grammar in mind when I wrote this, I doubt anyone high on crystal .. |
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Homemade GasolineA Poem by R.M.W.Why do I do that?Why do I let you control mewhen you were never there?Why do I this?How could I have let it get this far?If I knew a year agoI think I.. |
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Playing with my FoodA Poem by JacqMarieRealization my coping skill set is failing me physically. |
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diary of a liar part oneA Poem by DayI knew when I picked that tulip from the neighbour’s yard that I wasn’t just killing a flower but something.. |
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The Tooth Fairy AffairA Chapter by A.J. AstonDrug addiction and alcoholism among fairy tale characters is rampant and the tooth fairies, themselves ex-addicts, devise a Master Plan to save them f.. |
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The RackA Poem by James William DyerThe First Timne, when I was young, a lover left me, I sank into deep withdrawal. I thought of that today, reflecting on how long it took to manage my.. |
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Me Myself and IdA Story by EpipsychologistI stomped on my back and cracked knuckles to my ears |
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Good Bad DayA Poem by TogetherAgainIt was supposed to be a good day |
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40.A Story by LucyAnd they make me sad. And he makes me sad. And I am sad, but there’s nothing I can do about it. And he proved that. |
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Addicted to the StageA Poem by kera moondustWe just finished opening night of my 4th play in high school tonight. I love acting, It's exciting, eccentric, mysterious, beautiful, funny, and so ma.. |
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The Loss of the LivingA Story by Nicole JoyA night home alone, watching TV, these thoughts came to mind. |
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