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Rated: GC · Poetry · Experience · #1968133
Struggles in the past lead me to a new platform. You will see.
So many memories forgotten no clue of where they went
With every line up my nose and every little lighter click
My past no longer is my own lost in the atmosphere
Evicted with each bottle of whiskey and every glass of beer
With every little pill I popped I simply just lost more
Of the things that made me me they disappeared with every score
My childhood is mostly gone my time as mother and wife
All just so I could get high I paid with my precious life
My childrens laughter and their tears those days should have been mine
But I gave those up each one for the price of one more line
I threw away my loving mothers last days here on earth
Because of drugs and alcohol these things just had no worth
Precious memories of holidays they simply don't exist
Except for hiding out in bathrooms doing things I couldn't resist
My babies tears my mothers fears none were strong enough
For me to just put down that pipe without atleast one more puff
In and out of jail cells my addresses were rehabs
And in between I would ignore the pleadings of my dad
I never heard a word he said it all was just a haze
For I was high every minute it seemed of every day
My heart it was so numb inside just a hollowness in my chest
And I felt so seperated from each and all the rest
These things I can not find again instead I must move on
Dwell not on the things I lost the things which now are gone
It's time to make my future bright one clean and sober and true
It's time to make the most of life and make precious memories new
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