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.

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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.