Junkies Running Dry
on morphine amphetamine fumes
keep inhaling your formaldehyde world,believe in the parasite you chew on.
you suck

I always looked up on the ones who walked away
choosing themselves over preset
ways of looking at a future that had no room for the
questions they lived for
always knew i never could have walked away myself
my self worth was beyond any help
and i didn’t care to test it against the rejection i had seen before
but those i loved so much they underwent this change
they're working forty hours they got caught in the game
like junkies running dry, the vulnerability
they're always there on time
they can’t be satisfied. like junkies running dry
this wonderful generosity
a third of our lives to do what we please
doesn't look that great to me
in fact it doesn’t even look fair
they call it youthful idealism
and even I would have to agree with them
except some of us grow up and its still there
but those i loved so much they underwent this change
they're working forty hours they got caught in the game
like junkies running dry, the vulnerability
they're always there on time
they can’t be satisfied. like junkies running dry
I grow up too slow I don't wanna go
but those i loved so much they underwent this change
they're working forty hours they got caught in the game
but now I’m working just like everyone else
but i'll get out of here

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...Sid...
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mm. bitter hope. i like. khprrr.
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You walk around in self denial,
consumed with all your sorrow,
you trick your into beleiving,
there's no use in living till tommorrow.
you pick up the bottle of pills,
and you grimace while you swallow,
you forgot to pick up some damn cat-food,
but don't worry, you'll be gone before tommorow.
written by: Christina McLaughlin-14 ys old
witten:March 2,2000 3/2/00

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Why in the hell did you put a poem in the commentary of this poem? It doesn't even go to the real poem!