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I have a stOry to tell

Please listen I have a story to tell. How I almost ended up in jail, worse I was gonna die and go to Hell.Please listen I have a story to tell... I pray you hear these words I say. That you see the light of day, It's not too late to turn away. I pray you hear these words I say... Don't ever think it can't happen to you. It changes the person that you once knew, you'll start doing the things you'd never do. Don't ever think it cant happen to you... One time is all it really takes.I remember watching my mama's heartbreak, please don't make the same mistake. One time is all it really takes... It starts off harmless just a little fun. You stay up all night,here comes the Sun, you think you'll quit when the bag is done. It starts off harmless just a little fun... I thought I'd be fine because I was strong. I never thought I'd be on it this long, tried to convince myself everyone was wrong. I thought I'd be fine because I was strong... I told myself I was in control. Little did I know I had just sold my soul,the devil gets a point because he reached his goal. I told myself I was in control... Who knew there'd be this much trouble. That all my problems would soon double, from one hit off that bubble. Who knew there'd be this much trouble... I became the liar that no one believed. What in the world happened to me,this wasn't the person I wanted to be. I became that liar that no one believed... My only thought was to get high. Didn't care that we were barely getting by,this was not how I wanted to die.But my only thought was to get high... I would stay up every night. Fight sleep with all my might, no idea my thougets weren't right.I would stay up every night... All my thoughts were misconstrued. Had no idea this bad attitude, could come from a lack of food. All my thoughts were misconstrued... All my friends were doing it too. When I ran out they knew what to do, they weren't true friends but who really knew.All my friends were doing it too... On the days I was coming down. I was the meanest person in town,nobody wanted to be around. On the days I was coming down... It has a few different names. The pain it causes is all the same, who you were will never remain. It has a few different names... Some call it ice, some call it speed. I'll be the first to say this isn't what you need, it doesn't discriminate as long as you bleed. Some call it ice, some call it speed... I call it poison best known as meth. It's the fastest way to your death,it takes until there's nothing left. I call it poison best known as meth... Please listen to the story I tell. Save yourself from going to jail,please let me keep you from this hell. Please listen to the story I tell. -Cornita S. K. January 17, 2016

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