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I was 13. My mom was gone and my dad didn't want me. I swore to my grandparents I would never do the things my mom did to me, but one night my best friend at the time told me that we were...

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Crystal Meth

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Published: March 2010

everything is wrong
nothing is right
If I had a wish
I would re-live that night

out at a party
with a group of good friends
who was to know
this was the end

they had me convinced
that I would be fine
I shouldn't have done it
It's my fault, all mine

Now it's all over
family mourn my death
my life is at an end
All cause of meth.

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  • Ciera Forsythe by Ciera Forsythe
  • 1 year ago

I was 13. My mom was gone and my dad didn't want me. I swore to my grandparents I would never do the things my mom did to me, but one night my best friend at the time told me that we were going have fun, so I went out and didn't think meth was that bad. I did that first hit hard, and it was the gateway to hell. When I had tried it for the first time I weighed 155 pounds. Six months later my weight had dropped to 97 pounds, and I was left with dark eyes and no soul.

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