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Green relief
My home is me
Filled with who I was
Who I am, who I want to be
I don't like mirrors I use not a one
scared of my reflection
cant look at the man that man i've become
Alone by my self with things that are me
like a pipe, a lighter, a big bag of green reliefs
I was this man ,I am this man
Hoping to Change not one thing
my self I can't look at
The man I became
this loner this stoner
weed kills all my pain
hidden deep in me till this day
I Had A Friend
who smoked marijuana like cigarettes, drank lots of whisky neat most hours of her adult life. When she said her organs were failing, liver and kidney, I did not mention lifestyle. She was more alive than most people I have ever met when she died.
Amazing story
Thank you Stella for reading my poem a sharing that great story
In really appreciate it a lot really your friend sounds really cool
When times get tough and could just be negative about everything
She sounds like a amazing person weed helps me when times look glim
And glad to here it helps every one be free ....
Legalization of Marijuana
I hope you live in Colorado or Washington State. I tried it decades ago, but did not like being elsewhere. Maybe regulated, there will be no chemical additives (used to escape detection crossing borders) that cause accelerated organ deterioration. Smoking is smoking and bad for the lungs. And the heart. And the brain. And good for taxes to municipalities. Humans! ~A~