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Green eyes

Denise Romero

16 Oct 2025 — 1 min read

Your green eyes used to mesmerize,

Now I see shame and pity,

You had hope and dreams,

You were filled with ambition,

Then the drugs came!!

They destroyed you,

You lost everything,

Your home, your job,

The respect from your parents,

You sold your soul for a quick hit,

It left you without your wits,

Your eyes are now hollow and lifeless,

The price you pay for choosing a deadly temptress

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