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04 marzo

*vijand*

 
een waar gebeurd verhaal
 
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This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges,
and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you
will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in
this
simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true
to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long
after, with the needle still in her arm.
Please keep praying. This thing is worse than any of us realize...
 
 
 
              I AM METH

I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town

I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe  door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.

My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.

The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.

You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.

You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take, till you have no more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.

You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?

I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

 

 

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                               Ik hoop dat dit verhaal te begrijpen is , en een hoop ogen opend .

                               En bij velen het verstand laat werken .

                               Dit is echt . echt wat het doet met je.

                               Laat niemand z'n eigen daarin vergissen.

                               Het geeft zoveel verdriet aan de mensen eromheen.

                               Moeders en vaders,, broers en zusters.

                               De hele fam lijd eronder.

                               En het ergste is  , degene zelf ziet het niet ,

                               maar wil het ook niet zien.

                               Ze geven nergens meer om , ook niet om hun zelf.

                               Ze leven alleen nog maar om te scoren .

                               En aan het einde van dat leven, zitten ze in de Hell

                               En de Hell maakt er een einde aan .

                               Alleen dan hebben ze rust.

                               Echte rust ..............................

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