Only Poison Left Behind

“I never use to smoke this much. I do it to ease the stress. But my stress is self created, so the doctors say. I hear the phone ring and it makes me angry. I hear the rain hit the roof above my head and it makes me cry. I think of my pathetic life and sometimes laugh. What happened to the great potential Mrs. Fine saw in me back in middle school? My potential is gone – gone like the smoke I exhale, leaving nothing behind but poison.”

Jake Sharp – 2000

(Finding a lot of old stuff lately)
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