Addiction
I have a story to tell.
It's a story that starts somewhere,
but it ends nowhere.
The whole time I swear I was going somewhere,
but over time I learned somewhere is nowhere
and nowhere is somewhere.
That's what it means to be lost
and it's a horrid place to find your story.
It's a story that starts somewhere,
but it ends nowhere.
The whole time I swear I was going somewhere,
but over time I learned somewhere is nowhere
and nowhere is somewhere.
That's what it means to be lost
and it's a horrid place to find your story.
Key Words : Addiction, Homelessness, Pain, Hurt, Drugs, Lost
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I spent three years homeless. Running from the pain of personal tragedy. Fueling my bitterness and resentment with fentanyl and methamphetamine. It\'s a horrid place to find your story.
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