Quotes About Crystal Meth Addicts Love (Found on the web)
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  • Time 9m
Complete, First published Feb 07, 2015
I have a Love for Meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I've done.
No matter what I'm going through I know she's always there.
Like two peas in a pod I think we make the perfect pair.
When I'm with her I'm invincible having not the slightest fear.
She fills my head with lies so my problems seem to disappear.
And sometimes she leaves me lonely so much I've wished for death.
And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
But like I said before and repeat but once again.
No one understands unless they've been through where I've been.
On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
But be that as it may either prison life or death.
Nothing will ever break this bond of Love for my darling Crystal Meth.
And as she slowly takes my life I bid farewell g
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