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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Biographical · #1961427
A poem to my brother about his drug addiction
I know your lost and wondering what to do.
But I can tell you
you won't find the answers
of which your searching for at the end of a line.
I know you think you've just gotta reach one more high,
but the bottom of the bag ain't gonna take you
quite high enough,
you won't quite be flying fast enough.
It won't be answering the questions,
to which you want the answers for.

My darling you are wasted
and its only Monday morning.
I know you say your okay.
But this isn't the way.

There is so much more that life can give to you,
and you can give to life.
If you just stop for a moment.

And I understand addiction really I do,
I just want you to know,
that when you reach that place where there's no way up
I'll be here waiting
to find a way to answer your questions
without the special k.
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