holding on to nothing

By adam greenleaf •
Sex and drugs is how she lived,memories when she was a kid
life was good back then,she catches a ride on the cool wind,
a needle in her arm,she is gone,her life coming to an abrupt end.
By adam greenleaf •
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this says a lot in so little..
wow! and it happens everyday! so sad