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I'm from a land where

I'm from a land where,

Two girls on the bus to school is revolutionary,

Where we bury boxes full of our still born children,

'Cos experimental biological weapons more or less killed them.

Plus the starvation, and working on the opium plantation,

Whilst Halibuton gets paid to rebuild my nation,

MPs with hidden interests plan my leader's assasination.

From London to Lo...

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Despair

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In her despair

she cowers and

covers her face.

No longer can she

battle the demons

that invade her

mind and space.

 

The drugs she takes

to self medicate.

The many men she

sleeps with, the

loathing and self hate.

 

Will she take her

life by her own

hand? Or will she

...

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drugsaddictionsuicide

Kids With Drugs-2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kids with drugs,

it's like their

being ripped apart

by blades of a knife.

 

They slowly die

from their wounds.

Their souls drain

like blood from

torn vessels.

 

Their lives end.

Maybe not today

maybe not tomorrow,

but they eventually do.

Do we even try

to make it stop?

 

Just ...

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drugskidsknives

Kids With Drugs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kids with drugs

being ripped apart

by blades of a knife.

 

Their lives end.

Do we even try

to make it stop?

 

Just getting by

each day,

have we lost sight?

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Drugskidslife

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