Why do you do it, they'll fuck up your life. some say it brings joy, i say it brings strife your brain cells decrease, your feelings fade away. If you don't quit, it may kill you; one of these days. i know you won't listen, but consider what i've said. i don't think i could handle life with you dead.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because my best friend is heavily into drugs, and i gave it to him to give him an understanding on how it is affecting him and myself.
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