i find poems a way tpo xpress wut i really feel inside
and nothing else.
My name is meth
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I take your children, and thats just the start.
Im more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
...
Fields of yellow faces following the sun
Impossible to count them each and every one,
Waving gently in the breeze they make a sunny sigh.
Stretching up their heads they smile at passers by.
...
Y is it that i have everything
but im never happy?
y when i had nothing i
was happy?
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