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I wanted to
So much,
To be wasted,
To be stoned.
But my tortured soul

only can manage

This words

 
I wanted to
so much,
to go to rehab,
kick the booze,
kick the pills.
But all my suffering
can only manage
this scribbled words.

i wanted to
so much,
to have the weed,
I heed.
But my broken spirit
only can manage
this fusing of pathetic words.


the need
the speed
begging for the next hit
but all that's in me
are my words
I bleed

My poetic self
wants the needle,
the smoke, the bottle.
The highs and lows.
But I can only manage
this
mangled words.
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