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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You're a little bit twisted, I died and survived and still couldn't resist it. Devalued myself each minute I tried to get it but I'd swear I'd up and quit it until the high wore off I'd fidget and go ballistic. Start hitting up digits It's the countdown to official dope sickness. I could of quit when I was able but I don't think I was stable how could I think to shoot up heroin and be completely capable? But that's what addiction creates, inside the brain it'll erase the same reasoning that sobriety would of had you tied down and anchored in the first place. And before I used, addiction manipulates it lassoes where thinking takes place and by the time you investigate the disease has another word for that drug and that word is, safe. It used to baffle doctors, In society we're outcasted outlandishly passed by the pastors who said God could bring us back. But who you define as the Man in the sky, matters less then giving him authority, his will, over your entire life. A lot to take in if you don't know the guy, but give him this and he'll give you a chance, hope, and sober mind to change this time. Drugs destroyed things I wanted to keep, they took away people I wish i could still see. They dug evil in my soul i can pray will decay, they changed every movement and the way I behave. They took my brain and created newfound habits, those lead to handcuffs which lead to charges and why i have it. This poem is a warning it isn't meant for talent. The storys ring an eerie bell, save yourself from what was tragic. And to the naysayers who may be starting or beginning find yourselves now, because it's hard to be forgiving.
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