Lost & Found
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Last published Fri, Mar 21, 2025
In a dark world, I ran. Away from home. Away from my mother. Away from my father. I needed an escape even if it distanced me. I hated to much love. I hated my father more. So I ran. I ran away from everything I knew.
And I turned to drugs, drinking and weed. I found myself a life.. but was it worth it?
I ended up lost, addicted to this weed that sent me to nirvana. Addicted to these people who were similar to me. Addicted and..
..scared.
I was scared now. Alone and scared. Having withdrawals and scared. I was angry at the world but I was scared. I lost what safety I had left. My last payment was costly. Could I do it again for more weed or alcohol?
Now, sitting by myself in this lost state, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go home but I was scared of how my parent would react.
I wanted to go home but I was scared of what my friends would think of me, if they were still there.
I was scared for myself because I was so addicted that I would go to any lengths to get what I wanted, what I craved.
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