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Not a blessing

I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. I'm not a good person. I'm a drug dealer. I supply you with the poison that numbs you and keeps you from your family. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. I divide families and I feed on your fears. I crave to control you in the most sadistic ways. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. The more I sell the more my head will swell. I climbed the ladder so fast it made me dizzy. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. Money, trades, power, control it's my ecstasy. Sometimes it's even better than sex. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. All I have to do is shake a bag and your all mine. My perfect lil tweaked out puppet you'll be. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. I'll have you jumping every hoop I put in front of you with your first taste. From that point on you'll worship me like a God. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse.

L. Mack

1/2/22

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Marion

This write is uncomfortably true though addiction is addiction and drugs are just an unfortunate first innocent choice... many are also addicted to alcohol and a fortune is also made by the huge corporations that produce it. They are not viewed in the same light. I do not condone drugs, far from it, in my lifetime I have loved deeply both an alcoholic and a user. I have seen first hand the devastion of both. I have just always found society's view of the subject interesting that's all. Great write x

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Lori Mack

I agree and have felt the same way for many years.

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