A Sad Poem
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Category : Poems
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You're always searching for your dope.
While your mothers out here losing hope.
She's praying that you're coming home.
All night tired, restless, and worried she roamed.
Wishing and praying to god that you'd come home.
You Didn't even have the decency to pick up the phone.
She finally goes to bed and closes her eyes.
She wakes in the morning and screams and cries.
Because the police were there and she's learned that you died.
