INTRODUCTION

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"My addiction was strong
It was making me weak
Doing anything in my power
To reach the next peak
Going day to night
Going night to day
Hurting the people around me
Pushing my loved ones away
This had become my life
I felt I had no say
Destroying myself by the decisions I made
Hooked I was
The high was great
Little did I know they were sucking me in
It was almost to late
Sucking me into a shortcut to premature death
Leaving me used strung out
With little time left
Hooked I was
The high was great
Trying them was a risky dance with fate
Try me once
Maybe I'll let you go
Try me twice
I'll take your soul
Hooked I was
The high was great
I better escape now
Before its too late"

April 16, 2011. San Marcos, Texas.
-Deanna Pytlik.

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