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[pookin]

I've slowly come to relise how bad of a hell hole New York is. All the drugies, sluts and fakes. The lies, sex and drugs. Just a huge breading grounds for destorying good people... If I never moved out, would I have becomed one of them, or woudl I have saved my friend from destorying his life. I do not know and don't like to dwell on things already past. I am worried for my friend, I visted him today, he was with this chick he is sort of seeing who looked like a skank and was probley druged more then anything. My buddy looked the same, he told me he stop... He opens up to me, tells me all that is wrong that only a very small amount know. His family hates him, have been almosted evicted several times from the house, his father is a coke head. He said he stoped the drugs and the dealing... but I am worried for him.

also a new poem... its been a while.

Another Copy

Standing in front of a magic mirror.
I see my self as someone else
Thrown into this crazy world.
Same dramatic points in life
Though they are different plays.
As I stare deeper into this world
I find out the cold hard truth.
This here is no magic mirror,
There is only a sheet of glass
A window into your world.