"The herion addict"

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   jcobb19posted 14 years ago

   On a dark twisted night,
   moonlight gazing over the land,
   the herion addict takes flight,
   without his fix everything is so bland,
   he must he must find his guy,
   a needle in his arm is what he craves,
   give it to him and watch him fly,
   images fade across his eyes,
   his heart beats straight outta his chest,
   voices in his head begin telling him lies,
   he wants his homies to know he tried his best
   
   
   To clear things up i must say i am not any sort of addict however at the time that i wrote this i was an addict of many things and had  friends and family members suffering the same. What i am basically trying to portray here is the affects of addiction and the want to be able to leave them behind

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      SomewayOuttaHereposted 14 years agoin reply to this

      I got it...I meant to post...it's pretty good - raw and real!

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         SomewayOuttaHereposted 14 years agoin reply to this

         hey jcobb - looks like you have some things to say - turn it into a hub....

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            jcobb19posted 14 years agoin reply to this

            thanks...i kinda thought it was a hub though but i figured it out and posted it

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               SomewayOuttaHereposted 14 years agoin reply to this

               just read it!

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   jtboswellposted 14 years ago

   Very raw and real love the way its written

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   Dim Flaxenwickposted 14 years ago

   Very clearly put. Addictions of allsorts are so destroying. Thank you and well done.

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   Hanilolposted 14 years ago

   Kudos, I have many addict friends to this said drug. It helped me not do another drug of choice by refusing do go and obtain the drufg I was addicted too. I became alone in my life after my husband abandoned me until I came back to a town I was raised in and then meeting up with old friends that happened to take this opposite route in the drug war. I am grateful that I never got addicted and that I got away when I did from the people that introduced me to it, they all were arrested from being thieves and insanely obsessed with obtaining the next fix, like a crackhead for crack. Meaning I love drugs but not what it does to society. At the bottom of my spiral I met people that desire this drug in a sick way.

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