Meth Poem: Your Dearest Friend ICE “aka” DEATH

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This was sent to me by Whitney. I wasn’t sure if I should classify this as a poem because it’s more like a letter. But it has a rhythmic feel when you read it so I’ll let you be the judge. Either way – thank you Whitney for sharing…

I am the cramping in your stomach. I am the craving that draws you in & holds your prisoner. You know that uneasy gripping feeling you have more often than before. Yeah, thats me!
There are several ways or tricks I use to get into your mind. Once I’m there, theres nowhere to hide. No matter the trouble, crime or embarrassment it may cause. You’ll go futher just to get that taste. You may even consider selling your soul, if you know how good my quality is, no matter the price.
Mother’s I’ll kidnap your child & don’t worry about a ransom. They are mine!! Family’s keep your loved ones safe & sound. If you don’t you’ll be filing a missing person’s report. Don’t forget our children. For one day you’ll wake up & find your parents body on the floor dead from doing way too much!!
When you think you have total control over me. Thats when I’ll surprise you the most. I’ll help you lose your job, even help you steal, I’ll take away everything & make you lose it all. By the time my job is done. You’ll want to turn back time or be dead & gone. Six feet under & done!!
If you haven’t figured out who I am. Let me give you a hint. There are at least 5 ways to do me & each one is better than the last. Try rolling the dice & you’ll hit on ICE!!!

Your Dearest Friend
ICE “aka” DEATH

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    • jonn91
      God, that sucked. I wish i had some ice to relieve the pain of hearing that horrible monstrosity you call a poem/letter.
    • my name is harry.......
      you may think im good you may think im bold all i can say is i will make u feel old
      the way you will feel wen your lying in bed im all you will be thinking of in ur head
      the voises you will hear the things i will say, dont say they dident worn you and say that you would pay. u say todays the day im gonna give up but if its in front of your gonna wack it up u say please god please help me QUICK all that i need is just one little hit. if u dnt have it soon someones gonna pay. these are the things that i make u say. and every time you have me u get this rush that makes feell so good but you look so fucked. and the only way to stop is if you turn your back now its gonna be a battle and your gonna wonder how but if you really want to you know the drill turn ur back and you wil begin to feel more happy more more better more love to give please understand my perogertive its there if you want you know were to go but hopefully you listened to all i know.
      by miss aimee jane kelly
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