A True Story:

I started smokng pot & snorting meth at the summer before 9th grade. I didn’t think that I was addicted, but my friend that I have now told me that back then I was really skinny and pale and that I did lines in front of them like I was drinking chocolate milk.

True Story:

Hey, my name is Denise and I am 19 years old. Since I turned sixteen I have managed to always find my way around the party scene. The first drug I ever tried, and this was before I took my first sip of alcohol, was cocaine.

Hi, my name is Jessica and I’m 13 years old. I’m addicted to cocaine, meth, marijuana, dramaine, acid, alcohol and ecstasy.

I was raised around drugs and began using them at a young age – 12 years old. I was smoking weed and taking pills every chance I got. Finally when I hit 15 I was associating myself with meth users.

A poem about drugs-Crystal Meth and GHB and how it affects one’s life especially heightened sexual activity.

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Life goes round and round
It has its ups and downs
You’ve come again full circle
But still more lessons to learn.
by Lipstick.

A poem about death.

She was a addict and she needed Richard to be one too. How else could she be sure he would get the drug she needed?

Chapter of a novel.

Written about one of the usual street freaks of Camp Verde, Az.