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It's a pain to


It's a pain to write anymore, it was never like this before

i I used to be able to think and just flow, that was before the meth 

Melted my brain and my thinking just slowed. That was back to 

basic and had a lot to say at that time. Now I'm just over

whlemed mostly lost in the sauce now fried. My hands are locking up 

my body won't stop shaking I've been throwing up all night

and my voice is gone my throat is aching. Headache 

is throbbing and it's killing me it is, this is great so worth 

living this life I am forced to be grateful for I give.

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ardellelecta93

if you like poetry, so do i! but i prefer the kind that rhymes for some reason. its just my preference.

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