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The Life of a Teenager

The Drug and the Knife

Because of the green,
we cut with the black,
and bring out the red.

Because of the blue,
we shoot with a needle,
our pain fed.

The drug and knife
seem the only ones to share our pain,
but in the end don't they also add to it?
♠ ♠ ♠
Almost a year ago.