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Crouched in a corner by myself
Pushed all who cared away
Cheeks no longer pink but pallored grey
Hairs are greasy torn out in a chunk
Parents think I’m a worthless “punk”
Detox, my Dante’s inferno
My life now drugs and permanent woe
I started out with just one joint
Guess my freaking parents had a point