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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Habbit Is You
[time] => 2007-05-01 00:58:34
[hometext] => True Life but until I put the Lord first I guess it will never be over
[bodytext] => A good girl blindsided by all the corruption in the world how did he find me I know I wasn't lurking around the project streets sympathetic because of your rough childhood I'm sorry you went without food or electric how long can you blame your upbringing for things being hectic O.K. you say you had to quit school to make money that ***** is funny because on what good job wants a highschool dropout but street pharmacy I laughed with you, I cried with you, I even went to all the rehabs with you but in the end I realized that my habbit is you I was naive and brought up on the right side of the track but maybe if I hadn't I would know all the lies were just that Baby I'll quit I promise, Help me Help me here we go again, me feeling sorry for your shattered childhood dreams are you not a man now? why dwell on the past Is it just an excuse that all drug users have Is it always supposed to be about you what about me A highschool graduate, member of the National Honor's Society on my way a senior in college with a degree in Chemistry at least that was what it supposed to be What happened to me I see my life flash before my eyes and finally a glimpse of reality In the midst of trying to save you I lost myself I forgot just how much my life was worth six years and counting, three kids later and still no breakthrough I think it is time for me to realize that I can not save you you refuse to trust him but continue to depend on us how baby when you'll take our last dollar for that stuff don't the high last about 10-15 minutes then what? the devil is laughing at me YOU are too much in it God this battle is yours so why do I keep trying to fight it my kids need a daddy why can't you see it Is this a test? Well God is it? What is it you want me to see HE is my EVERYTHING without him there is no me....My habbit so to speak Lord I guess that's why the devil keeps whipping me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 66 [informant] => brownsugar8272 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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