IN A NUTSHELL
Without thinking , she put a shot in her arm that took her to the point of no return,as I rack my brain.Everybody is up in arms I am under a cloud of sadness. With an uphill battle, she wore two hats. Little did i know her emotional roller coaster. She was looking for that brilliant light. With piercing eyes she brook my heart. It was wishful thinking that she"d be safe and sound. She went from bad to worse. She took her cradle to the grave. She had no second wind.She did"t make it through half the battle. It was wishful thinking that she"d get better. She was gone in one final swoop. Her life was short but not so sweet. She was a vicious cycle.I was at wit"s end. Just a word to the wise to shed a little light: Don"t cry wolf for your days are numbered. So when you are down in the dumps, draw the line, have a change of heart to make a clean slate. Avoid like a plaugue the drugs that kill because this is the moment of truth.I speak loud and clear. Don"t go on a wild goose chase, for you are the wave of the future.This is the name of the game-better to be saf than sorry.
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