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When you ask someone why they stayed when they could have left the heartache, the pain, remember, there are days when even you have chosen the hell you know than the hell you donāt.
I need this stash necklace you donāt understand!!š„ŗšsomeone help a bitch out
The worst part, about being a drug addict, is that you know youāre a drug addict. You know, all your excuses are bullshit. You know, when itās your addiction talking, not you. You know, youāre hurting those around you. You know, you need help. You know, youāre lost. You know, youāre lying to yourself.
Nobody, sets out to be an addict. You just, wake up on day, as an addict.
I usually say that, the first time I used Meth, I was addicted. Thatās not true. The first time I used, I knew, Iād do it again. I wasnāt addicted though. I became an addict, when I used to forget, my problems, my pain, my anguish. I became an addict, when I gave my addiction priority, over the important things, in my life. I became an addict, when I lost almost everything I had, stopped using for a while, then picked up again. Thinking, āItās been long enough. Iāll be able to stop this time. I donāt have a problem. I was just in a bad place, at that time in my life.ā I became an addict, when the strength, of my addiction, out weighed the shame I felt, when I looked at pictures of my kids. At problems, my addiction has caused. At people, who I have hurt. At what I could have done, with my time. My money. My family. . . I became an addict, when I looked in the mirror, asked myself to stop. Then put the piece to my lips, took another hit, and left myself behindā¦
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If you need a drug to get off another drug how drug free are you
I wrote dis
And i needed to voice my thoughts
but if i did, you would worry
so my thoughts shall remain thoughts
and my voice will stay voiceless