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I remember the day we've met
it was a wonderful morning.
We are both victim of the drug called Meth!
You asked me my name
and told you my name. We are
like prison on our own addiction.
I supposed to call you
Blu because I'm fallin for you.
Which is poisoning myself and also you.
Using Meth is the one who makes me happy
and also the one who makes me feel blu, It was
a nightmare so I woke up and said good bye to
you My Dearest Blu.
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Great Job Thea! Simple but meaningful. Keep it up!
TumugonBurahinThank you Rizz! :)
TumugonBurahinI agree with Riverarizz.. the poem is simple yet very meaningful.. for me it sounds so dark and sad at the same time :)
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Thank you! Happy to know that there are some people in this planet would take time to read my blog. I'm so happy :D
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