You'll often find me writing about drugs,
they have a huge impact on my life. This was written at the depths of my addiction. It shows how great yet terrible it felt

Breathe in the powder

Take a hot shower

When its over, scour and puke chowder

Drugs are my flowers

But i buy them every hour.

Mamma and i are never home

We're grown

We care about each others addiction

More than we care about our own 


The End

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