Consequences of Marijuana
With a tear-stained face she sits alone
not even a home.
In the streets she is shivering in the clothes she lacks,
Every puff from her joint- she can never go back.
Brief feelings of high swirl her mind
She sees everything,
Yet she is blind.
No sight to see, she will never know
That she breaks the hearts of her loved ones very much so.
Her mind is scrambled beyond repair
To the point where when she sees text,
She knows only how to stare.
Her lungs fill with smoke greater than any cigarette
And if you think she will survive,
You will lose that bet.
No friends, no money, not even a home
Lays a groveling girl with weed
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