Choices of an Addict

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By Kendall •

Keeping up appearances, hoping no one sees Making sure to find a way to get the fix they need Giving up on everything that mattered to them most The only thing important is the next hit they can smoke Family, friends and all dreams slowly fade away Ending up with nothing left except the pipe and flame Life becomes a cycle repeating everyday Secrets kept and lies told are all that still remains No matter what the cost is or where it leads them to the pipe and rock conrol them in everything they do There are two roads to travel which will they maintain Six Feet Under Avenue or Recovery Lane

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March 8, 2006 19:33lost the lonely dead

yeah people point fingers but its so easy to get sucked into and then the people that do, hate themselves forever, and wish someone would just put their hand out to help them back up off the floor, been there....