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Why

drugs ruined my life.
im talking hardcore drugs.
not pot or pills or whatever,
not whatever the fuck stuck up people consider drugs.
im talking the big M.
The Monster.
meth.
i see nothing wrong,
with taking a toke or two or seven,
of weed.
theres no problem swallowing pills.
but everytime i seriously think of the monster,
i want to torch everything it consists of.
all of that so,
why do i sit in pain because i want it?
cry because i cant have it.
why do i fight the urge to sell everything,
to get an eight ball.
tell my why i hate the monster,
but i want it so bad.
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