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4.03.2008

Story of an addict

Dark heavy cloud
looking down upon a creature
..a man..
kneeling
screaming his heart out
on a cliff where no one can see him
he is alone with no one
out of breath and tired
hushing breath of long painful journey

the cloud cried
dripping tears on his face
wiping his tears away
tears of pain
tears of burden
the wind whisper soundly
be strong my boy... it'll only be for awhile
He's trembling


he was hooked!
addicted
in the highest state of delirium
went in as easy as sipping honey from a rose
but stepping out
is like pulling rose from a bed of cotton
but he knows
its for the best

today
he sat by the lake
pfft... those days were nasty
he mumbled
but he was glad

I was glad too... and stil do

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