Half the truth

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by....

The ruthless cowards that hand me down to the lower level of scum drugs were once the pain but now my desire. It made me want more. I know it's bad and later on I'll tell my so-called friend that he peer pressured me. It was like he was dedicated he put his mind to it, dedicated to get me to do it. Why doesn't he put that effort into his studies. What a waste of mine but now for me too. What a waste, what a way. Why don't they learn why can't they see. With every puff, with every sniff, with every single ounce of pain. It will destroy. It gets you off track. It makes you not care about you, family, or friends. Why do parents help, encourage you, not parents fakes big fakes, worthless. Not even worth it. Lower way lower. Where will you go. Who will help you. Help me. No way. Only the ones that get paid to help. The free agents don't get paid for advice. So they figure why waste their breath, since they're not getting paid. Bastards thanks a lot. Now that I'm lying in my death bed. Bed of lies, hate, and anger. Let me know all my pureness. Damn drugs. Thanks a lot. No problem my friend says if he pushes me down into my grave. Into my deathbed. Thanks a lot

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