Understanding your feelings, getting darker
like banana peelings.
struggling socially, you
search the streets,
late at night.
In hope to find that next
snowhite line.
up your nose,
regain your high.
I know.... I was there.
No more!
I faught that war,
found the door,
saw the light...
I speak to you now-- to replenish your sight.
hoping to help,
make things right, stop your mother's cries.
So instead of searching the streets.
you'll be home asleep.
End the grief.
Drugs-----What a disease :(
That you don't need.
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Submission Name: I know.
