This Little Glass Pipe
Left to our own Demise with our own Device.
When we are left to our own demise with our own device, with one little piece of Glasswe all bust our Ass! We lie we steal and we cheat, just to end up suffering in our Own games of deceit! We worry and we stress over bullshit that's pointless, while holding on to a Hope that one day soon this addiction will be taken from us! So we sit and we struggle with this one little Glass Vice, fighting a war with our Spirit between God and the devil! Praying the next time doesn't end up taking our Life!!
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Tiffany Baker
I enjoy writing. Everything that I do write has come from real life experiences. Everything is from the heart!
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