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| I've allowed my dreams to be shattered all my hopes are mostly tattered. My future appears oh so bleak because the dope has made me weak. Meth has convinced me this is the way I continue the motions day after day. My family begs me to just say no but this is the only life I know. So the vicious cycle never ends straight to Hell – no curves – no bends. I must escape – I must get out this cannot be what life's about. Help me please – just grab my hand show me how to make my stand. Thank you, friend, for pulling me through it looks like I have some work to do. New hopes and dreams must be made now that my strength is no longer frayed |