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Little Bag Of Cocaine
By Candycaneofdoom

 


I remember the day you got signed, your face lit up and you looked so happy. This was it for you, you were finally getting somewhere in life. The first fan we ever met sent you into shock, you couldn't believe it. Why do they like our music? You just kept repeating this question, as if you never believed anyone would actually listen. I miss those days. Though everyone always called you emo, you couldn't have been happier. Always a smile on your face, and a laugh on your lips.

Then fame started getting to you, not noticeably but it did. You weren't as happy go lucky. I just thought you were growing up, everyone did. You seemed like the same old guy we knew just more mature. We were wrong. As time went on you got worse and worse, then you cheated on your girlfriend. Why? We never could understand that, she made you so happy, then you ruined it. She still cared though, always asking me about you, how you were, if you were well. I always had the same answer for her, no. Cause you weren't. From there on in you just got worse, spiralling down and down, in to a black pit of self gratification and fixes. You had money and so you used it. I never judged you though, I tried to help you, we all did. But you didn't want it. Then you started on drugs.

Coke, really? I couldn't believe it when I heard. Cocaine. You became a `rock star' with girls draped over your arms and a bag of coke in your pocket, ready for the next party. Alcohol became you companion. The band began to drift, further and further apart it seemed. You drove a wedge between us all, as we tried to come to terms with this new person you had become. When really we all just wanted the old you, the one who was addicted to pop tarts, and the only highs he enjoyed was the rush of performing. Where did that you go?

It used to be about the music, now its about the fame. I'm still trying to understand you. Your reasons behind all of it.

I hope you get your act together soon. Till then, I'm afraid, it's goodbye.

 

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