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Content Rating Notice:  Recommended for Readers 18 Years and Older Only
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Losing the Children
A drug and alcohol addicted home
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                                       Innocence stolen in the womb,
                                       a drug swoon, her welcoming home-
                                       No chance for a normal kids' life,
                                       seeing the trance night after night-
                                       Blame for the stains, set in her mind,
                                       rests with addiction's afflictions.
                                       Burned by a life smoked through a pipe,
                                       happiness is sorrow dreaming.
                                       Life’s meaning lies drunk on the floor
                                       while cops are knocking on the door.
                                       Watching the trance wet in his pants
                                       and spill the thrills that come in pills.
                                       Innocence was, innocence lost,
                                       all with the toss of a child's life.
                                       Nothing will cure the burning fear
                                       forever near in memory.
                                       Pain carried forward into life,
                                       a catalyst toward her being.
                                       Life forming stress, do to unrest,
                                       in the interest of staying high.
                                       Causality of tragedy,
                                       destroying young reality-
                                       Outlook on life blurred by the slur
                                       of hurting words spoken to her-
                                       Wounds will scab with easing of pain,
                                       while hurtful memories remain.

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