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The ice epidemic at the moment is really bad around rural Australia. The consequences are reflected in the community. Addiction is such a difficult thing to shake. 

I have not and never will use illegal drugs, but I feel so much for the souls who have bought into that wedding.

Meth Nightmare

You’re his nightmare that he dreams when awake, 
His nightmare that lives in his mind,
You’re his destructive thought, killing all that he is, 
The most lethal poisonous kind,

And you refuse to leave, burrowing through his head,
Slowly devouring his all,
You’re in his thoughts, in a room of hurt, every day, 
Creating a complete downfall.

You’re his nightmare, still, he loves you so much, 
He loves you on the road to his death,
You’re his small spoon of absolute pain and want,
You’re his little cap of pure dead meth.

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Eve Roper November 21, 2017 at 12:08 PM Beautifully written, Lewis. I lost a sister at a very young age because of her use and other siblings that got smart.. it is like it is laced with evil... Hugs Eve ~`* Lewis Raynes November 21, 2017 at 4:10 PM I'm so sorry to hear about your sister Eve, a former step family member was involved a lot with this drug and he was extremely aggressive and destructive to the people and house we had, I had to leave that relationship, it is such an evil drug, thank you for your thoughts Eve, hugs :)