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Growing up

Growing up

Boffing lighter fluid and petrol

We thought solvents were all the same

Until we tried the Dampstart

You think it's good on spark plugs, it's even better on the brain

Going into vivid dreams

Seeing flashing greeens and reds

Talking in robot voices

Little aliens on our heads

Through life we all would stumble, never knowing what would next occure

The last thirteen years has been a psychedelic blur

As we all got older we got sick of doing things the same

We started to experiment and worked our way up the drugs chain

Weed, poppers, anphetamine, LSD

Until one day I stumbled across my beloved Ecstasy 

For months I binged and binged But it was over far too soon

I had to wave goodby to my Ecstacy honeymoon

Without knowing it was happening I was drifting from reality

I soon realised it had dissolved my personality

What started as an adventure had now become a living hell

I felt exposed and vunerable

Like a nut without it's shell

I had to sort myself out, talk to Frank and admit defeat

Where there once was a brain 

There's now only crabsticks & mincemeat

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Christopher Correia

you go places few poets have been, and write with honesty and intelligence, captivating work....educational and entertaining, what a story you tell!   

'I felt exposed and vunerable

Like a nut without it's shell'

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Syd

Thanks again Christopher. I feel the subject I write about are the ones I'm most familiar with but it does have its drawbacks hence the anonymous profile. It's nice to share them and get feedback. I'll be posting more shortly 

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Syd

Thank you Linda

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