ADDICTED
I’m not going to smoke it,
I’m not going to roll it.
I light it up,
I took it in because I was depressed.
I never knew it would be like this,
My lips are turning black,
I’m not turning back.
I did it because I had to,
I am a stoner
Now I can’t stop.
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UNTOLD STORY [Anthology]
PoetryIf you were made an Option What conceives of thy mind? Blurb; Untold story is a collection of poems about love, depression, secrets, life, betrayal, heartbreak and fear of strangers. It's written over a period of time under the inspiration of true...