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Sly — Sun, 31 Mar 2019 17:44:53 -0000

He won’t affect your nursing license. I would divorce him now.

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Chloe — Sun, 26 May 2013 16:07:54 -0000

"I Am Meth"

My name is "Meth"
I destroy homes, tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start.
Im more costly than diamonds,
more precious than gold,
the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember, Im easily found, I live all around you- in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor, I live down the street and maybe nextdoor.
Im made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink.
Im in your child's closet, and even in the woods,
if this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but the the one you know best, Im sure you've heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth.
Just try me once, and I might let you go,
But try me twice, I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
you do what you have to- just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you feel in your lungs, your nose, your arms.
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
when you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals, and how you were raised, Ill be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, I separate friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks, your pride,
I'll be with you always- right by your side.
You'll give up everything- your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
Ill take and take till you have nothing more to give,
When I finish with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me, be warned- this is no game, if given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind, I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you, while lying in bed, the voices you'll hear from inside your head. the sweats, the shakes, the visions you see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then its too late, and you'll know Im in your heart; That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you ever tried me, they always do,
but you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you'll be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to the grave.
Now you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand,

I'll lead you to hell.

~Unknown

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Blair — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 11:57:51 -0000

This poem is so true it's scary... trust me, I've been in the dope game before, i'm lucky I got out so fast... this stuff truly does ruin people, good people, who could have been something someday... The drug isnt that great, yu realize it after yu get off it... it's good the first time, that's the best it'll ever make yu feel, it's all down hill from there. >.<

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Angell61 — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 01:46:41 -0000

i am not talanted, i cna not make rymes, but this drug has broken my heart. i am the mother of a dead 17 year old boy who was an addict. he was shot and killed while out getting his fix. i have seen hell and stared into satins eyes, he was 15 when started and 17 when it ended.

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Hayley — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 12:49:14 -0000

I know how you feel my dad is a really good man deep inside but im like you it's hard to ditch them and forget about him.My dad has sores all over his body that he picks at and its disgusting.My dad will tell me that he loves me but how can he say that when he wont speak to me or come around.He has been on meth ever since he was 15 thanks to his mom.He is now 35!And still using he is losing so much weight he looks nasty.But my dad has never been in jail or prison because of it.

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Hayley — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 12:38:35 -0000

I loved this poem my dad is on Crystal Meth and so far he has broken my heart a hundred times and my little sister and mom.I want to get my dad help but he wont come around he is getting so bad off my biggest fear is he wont be around much longer.I dread the day that comes when we have to bury him.Im only 14 years old and just want my dad to be here in my life.

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gypsy63 — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 14:59:36 -0000

Hey, all of thosae in the ether, dealing with this MOSTER named METH. Not blowing a horn, but definately seeking any attention we can arrange, in getting a 100% Not For Profit to grow wings. OUR intent is to provide financial relief for the extended families who have CHOSEN to provide care for te KIDS left displaced from homes broken by METH related crisis.

IF you have the mind to view, please check out www.s-f-f-s.org

KICK the link around, this is something that - while won't STP the epidemic, CAN HELP EASE some of the pain it brings.

DANIMA; thanx for the direction man... Sorry for the loss, this shit hurts EVERYONE it touches.

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Vigo County, Indiana — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 05:39:52 -0000

I just wanted to say I really liked what I read on your site. I'm losing my husband to meth as we speak. In 2003, he went to prison for 4.5 yrs because he was cooking meth on a city street on a Sunday afternoon. He got out in April of '07, and he made it sober for about 4 mo. Now, he's right back at it and dare I say it, but it's as bad as it ever was. He no longer lives with me, and I rarely see him although he professes to love me. He looks like crap. He has so many wrinkles he didn't have just 6 mo. ago. He's taking really, really stupid chances with the law, and I'm sure he will be back in prison before he even gets off parole. He recently has started hanging out with this young girl (19y and he's 46) all the time and every time I do get to spend time with him, he's burning porn DVDs, and they're always the ones that feature the "Barely 18" year old girls. THAT cracks me up because with all the meth, he can go for ever without getting off, but it's only about half an erection and most of the time, he just doesn't get off because he can't breathe well enough to do it for that long. I know I'm losing him, but I can't do anything about it because you can't even talk to him he's so agitated. I just got my nursing degree, and I know he could make me lose it all so I really need to cut my losses and ditch him, but I really do love him and hate to just turn my back on him in his hour of need. The problem is HE LIKES IT. He likes the taste, the buzz, and most importantly he loves the power it gives him because he knows how to cook and others don't. I wish there was something I could do, but I'm really at a loss. Why don't they let you commit somebody anymore? I have him committed if I could.

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Jeanette24 — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 12:12:20 -0000

Wow, ice/piss....................wierd how the 2 kinda go together, kind of like "icedpiss"! You see thats all of our point, METH does that to us, it gives us an uncaring ice cold heart and a pissed off attitude....I wonder if your Family member was dead or dying from this stuff would you behave so uncaring as you are now? Yeah, maybe so, I've been there. And I pray that God brings the hottest TORCH upon your life to melt that ICE COLD PISS that has frozen your soul, try what we have for 14 days, thats how long it takes to break any habit, and do it NOT in the jails or hospitals where alot people HAVE to NOT do it, but in the streets where you live and I know you will see life once again as clean, fun loving and healthy... You too "ice and piss can start enjoying life with a glass of cold tea instead of ICEDPISS, TRULY I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!

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SomeChick — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 21:43:38 -0000

First off congrats on sobriety Megan!!
You are so right - every day gets better and better as long as you keep yourself focused.
Stay strong!

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MEGAN — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 11:34:43 -0000

ive been clean for a little over a year.
trust me its worth every bit of work to get to that point.
meth=death.

im not saying i still dont have horrible cravings, but i pull through bc everyday gets better and better. =)

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Some Chick — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 09:59:59 -0000

@ Piss/ice (same person) Man I really hope you get some help -- soon.

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ice babys — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 04:56:27 -0000

man i feel ur pain

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ice babys — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 04:51:39 -0000

meth rocks !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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piss — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 04:49:17 -0000

that is ture shit right there DUMN FUCK man i losed a father to that shit BITCH souja boy up whoe whach me uuu
sorry im high off of meth and drinkin some pink patties mix with red whoes mixed with red bull its a colorful mix
im pee off the my porch at and watching porn

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emily — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 14:23:36 -0000

damn that is some powerful shit right there