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Meth Mouth

I barely remember what its like to have a pretty smile. Meth had gotten the best of my teeth after only a little while. My smile was still pretty and I could've changed, but I didn't want to, for that I am ashamed. Once your teeth begin to rot, slowly from the inside out, You get a little worried about eating. A cheeseburger? I sure had my doubts. You begin to taste toxic waste even after toothpaste It didn't matter, my need for speed was too great so i refused to take heed. I had no hope; except there might be more dope. I should just hang myself with a rope. My teeth were breaking, my confidence they were taking. Oh well, the next batch is ready, a toothless freak is what I was creating. After a 16 year addiction, I had felt so much pain from this affliction. So my teeth finally were going to get there attention. I never pictured what i'd look like with out my teeth. It's absolutely terrible, I don't even want to see. I now have dentures at age 28. Getting high is fun even more now that i have some teeth that wont go away. Now that i'm on a dope and denture adventure we'll see where it goes, only the devil and the dope know.                                                                
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