holding on to nothing

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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.

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September 17, 2009 00:13maddy_7929

this says a lot in so little..

September 24, 2009 21:59Nutcracker

wow! and it happens everyday! so sad