There’s a hole in my soul That I can’t control It makes me cry And wonder why? It’s depth has no bottom It grows bigger each day I feed it pills, drugs and booze But it won’t go away It’s a hungry monster And always wants more It not satisfied ever It keeps me poor.
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For the addicted persons on Vancouver’s east side, I know the chances of you reading this aren’t great. You’ve likely pawned your electronics and the money you spend buying drugs, leaves you without money for internet. I don’t mention this to challenge you with the facts. I mention this to challenge your contributors, with them.
I’m your child, or spouse, or friend. But I’ve changed. I don’t belong to you anymore. I don’t care about you. Not in the way you want me too. I care about getting high. I WANT to get high. I will do ANYTHING to get high. I LOVE getting high. I NEED to get high..