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Meth Poem

Why do meth when all it gets you into is a mess?
Meth is not a toy, it takes away your happiness,
it takes away your joy.
You cant take it back, you've fallen off the track.
The disaster hits you like a smack.
The drug has now stabbed you in the back.
There's no going back.
Your lost, your gone.

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