Base FreeA Poem by The High PoetA poem about drugs and all the craziness that goes along with the life of the addict.
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The first time you try it everything changed The fear starts growing, who’s at the door Just one more hit, then I will sit Thoughts invade, there must be one more
© Jordan Mandic 2009
© 2009 The High PoetAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on March 9, 2009 Last Updated on March 9, 2009 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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