A High

November 6, 2008
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A High

A family can never actually die,
Even when the only thing on your mind is his high,
That high can take a life,
The high is worse than a heart stabbed with a knife,
Because that high ruins a soul and through his mind comes a hole,
It takes away the laughs and memories,
And takes them through the wind rushed past the trees,
You lose the love and peace of a dove,
For a long time the high will attack,
But when he becomes strong, the family will come back.





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