The HD
The HD
The HD is a dusty wastleand,
pounds and pounds of drugs,
seized each and every day,
but there is one specific drug,
destroyer of lives, families, and futures,
often offered to high school students
is marijuana,
these kids will never be the same,
for they will fall into the trap that drugs have to offer,
drug-addicts everywhere,
cartel wars begin,
this is the HD
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