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All that mattered in my life
has up and disappeared while Crystal Meth stood by and whole-heartedly cheered. Whispering in my ear telling me nothing but lies easily backing each one up with convincing alibis. "Follow me, naïve one, into my tempestuous land. Right beside the Gates of Hell where life is all but grand. Just one taste of my special sauce will bring you to your knees. Give me just half an hour – you'll do anything I please! Begging me for just one more each and every single day until everything else in life becomes a darker shade of gray."
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