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19 december 2011

Crack pipe

As I sit here watching you kill yourself i am screaming inside.Wishing you would put the crack pipe down.Throw it away, brake it, do anything with it but put it to your lips.I hear the lighter echo in my head over and over agian.The smell makes me sick to my stomach. Smelling burnt plastic and another smell that i can not explain.It makes me want to get up and slap you.Knock some sense into your head.But I don't... because that will not helpI Sit here trying to talk to you but still nothing is changing.Its like I am just wasting my time but at the same time I aint.Im doing this over and over again fighting with you because I love you 






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