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By Jane Doe Date: 2009 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2009.09.14.10.25.10780]] |
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It’s like smoking weed … you can’t stop, you don’t know how to stop, before you just wanted it so much, so now it has become a need. It’s like barbiturates … it puts you in a cirle when you lose yourself, between the truth and the otherwise, they both taste the same. It's worst the any substance abuse, there’s no rehab, no turning back, it's pushed deeper in time, a pile of roses and thorns… you breath it, drink it, live it … you’re right, it becomes a character you're destined to get. Just like a word of promise, when given away, cannot be taken back … it has to be fulfiled. A garden of lie. |