Pure = P = Pure Crystal Methamphetamine
Rinse = GHB = Fantasy
September 2002
I puff away on the pure
To let my thoughts run free
But the pipe has become a prison
And trapped inside is me.
Another rinse to help my nerves
And calm the feelings inside
Looking for a better place
But somewhere there I died
A tear falls from my eye
And slowly runs down my face
The tears come every day now
When its happiness I chase
I cant find my way out
Im lost inside this maze
That person I once was
Has dimmed inside this haze
Charmed
Charmed,
Beautiful, as usual, can I ask you something? When do you do most of your writing? Is it when your using or when your not using? I'm just curious. God Bless. I hope you find your way out of this horrible addiction because you seem to me to be a beautiful talented person......God Bless.....Briar
Beautiful, as usual, can I ask you something? When do you do most of your writing? Is it when your using or when your not using? I'm just curious. God Bless. I hope you find your way out of this horrible addiction because you seem to me to be a beautiful talented person......God Bless.....Briar
Thanks for your kind words,
Hugs
C
Hugs
C
