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Andy Cave Dec 2012
A knock at the door
men in uniform.
He looks confused
they tell him the news.
Tears begin to pour
a son lost to war.
A childhood friend of mine that was killed while serving in Afghanistan. I wrote this from the point of view of his father. Rest in peace Ryley </3  July 4, 1992- August 11, 2011
Jeremy Duff Feb 2013
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today,
I was offered the chance to buy
two 40 mg Adderall pills.
At first I though,
"Eh, a nice dime bag sounds better to me"
But then I remembered my school's mandatory drug testing,
and then I remembered this horrible writer's block that has been plaguing me.

I had heard from friends in the past that the amphetamine-salt combo worked wonders for students.
I had heard that the wonder drug made you do stuff. Any stuff. Anything.
You can not sit still after popping over the dosage of Adderall.
You clean your room, you read a book, you write an essay and for me, hopefully, write.

Enough with the *******.
It's been about forty minutes since I swallowed one and half pills and ground up and snorted another half of one. Okay.

I feel as though I maybe breathing louder than normal.
Also, I'm not writing one line and then switching over to tumblr as I usually do.
Also, my room is really *****.
Also, I've drunk two sprites and ate some leftover Chinese food.
Also, it's really ******* quiet. It's eery.
Also, yesterday in my English class this really nice openly gay kid named Connor walked across the class and as he did so this other kid sitting next to me whispered quite loudly "******" and I did nothing but sit there and angrily stare at my desk.
Also, it's been eating me up inside ever since.
Also, about an hour ago my mom took my (half) baby sister so see her (**** of a) father. She said she'd be home around seven thirty and it's seven twenty eight but she's usually late.
Also, I wish she would buy me cigarettes.
Also, it's Thursday and I have a D- in Biology.

****.

Also, I might hangout with my friend Ryley tomorrow.
Also, I might become a methamphetamine addict.
Also, I spelled that without using spell check.
bitter lover Aug 17
I'll try not to starve
Because you're gone
Maybe I'm the problem

I believed that you loved me
Or was it all in my head?
Did I force you to say I love you?

I gave you my all, and got something back
But you pushed me away.
I think you hate me

I still listen to Like I love You by Ryley Tate Wilson
And cry because it was our song kind of

I don't think you realize you pushed me out.
And slammed the door in my face
All I wanted was to be your number one

*Maybe I'm the problem
Ik he was active on here. I saw it and he doesn't message me back? Maybe he's done with me.

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