I got a story that's out of control, but I'll attempt to use restraint and tact.
It's really sad actually. There's hardly a chance for anyone, whose first addiction is crack.
It's horrible, right? When I first saw it, I thought it was a joke.
I said to myself, Damn, must've skipped right over sniffing coke.
But that's not all. Believe it or not, it gets worse yet.
Add embalming fluid and jet fuel, PCP was how they loved to stay wet.
It's enough to shed a tear. I was truly devastated. Because this amount of addiction was something I never anticipated!
This was turning out to look way too much like death. But just when I thought a limit was reached, I learned about their addiction to meth!
Now I'm going crazy, feeling like I'm at the end of my rope.
But believe it or not, there was room for another addiction to opioids and dope.
Now, I had just quit smoking weed, but I rolled up, convincing myself, I needed this.
That's the only way I could bear to look at my premature, drug addicted fetus.
When there is no confidence in, or love of self, you are twice defeated in the race of life. With confidence and self love, you have won even before the race has begun.
