in a little corner she grows her stash they say its the trash that fucks her up that made her crazy in her mind and only time would tell no one ever understood the pain she went through so she grew her love in the form of herbs they made all her troubles go away for the moment most would call her an addict or a junkie but she called herself a soul searcher a lover, a hunter of emotions she knew she had them but she hid them well even her own heart wouldn’t tell where they were a child of a lesser one struggling to love needing emotion turning to drugs they made her feel free and she would dance dance into the darkness of night she would dance to the light the light of happiness the magical light that made all the sadness fade away in a little corner she grew her stash the only thing that she could love the only thing that loved her even when others called her poor white trash
Reason for writing:
there was this girl in one of my classes and she talked about using drugs to ease her pain but the others thought of her as white trash even though inside she was a beautiful person
Birth sign: Aries
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