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11-17-2004, 09:42 PM
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| Paused  Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: COTTONWOOD, AZ
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| the infection, a poem for addicts of any kind The Infection In my heart there is a hole It can't be filled, it leaves me empty The infection spreads into my soul It stains my judgment, I can't see Then it leaps into my mind Never leaving my thoughts, destroying my dreams But I look at those before me and find The infection can be beat, it truly seems to be So with my shattered and lonely hands I pull from the depths of me Strength I didn't know I possessed And for my locked up infection, I find the key I hope you all like my poem. thanks seana |
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