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Addict.Phonie.Loser

The holes in my skin are my memories My memories of my bad past My memories of my addiction The drugs were my foundation My dealer was my best friend The needle was my mentor I'm trapped here Here in this hell hole Full of people like me Addicts Phonies Losers They watch as I shrivel and die Feeling the holes in my arm The purple tint around the fresh ones People try to comfort me Rubbing my back Saying it will be okay It's not okay I'm an addict And that's all I'll ever be

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Ramona Soares

Date: 10/27/2008 10:42:00 AM

no,this is not true for me.a friend went through this and told me about her struggles.i wrote them in my own words.she is MUCH better now. thanks so much for your concern though!i really appreciate it!

Christy Hardy

Date: 10/24/2008 11:18:00 AM

If this is true.... No, never believe that. This is personal to me, as I have been in the position of watching this happen, but there are places you can go to, full of wonderful people willing to help. Seek them, seek God, He will lead you down the right path. Never say never, check into a rehab. There are many out there, some free. If I can help in locating one, please let me know. I pray this is not ture but if it is, seek help now....always, Christy email me chardy4904@charter.net