addictions
its just one hit it will be okay... right?
its just one drink i'll be fine right?
one turns into the whole pack the whole pack turns into two packs
and soon ive had 10 packs in one day...
the constant scariness of not knowing if your gonna make it to the next day...
ive smoked so much ive become knumb to the pain..
ive been so drunk multiple times i become knumb to life..
I almost gave up but someone saved me...
sometimes you think one hit or one drink wont do nothing but in the end...
it will turn you into a addict like i used to be...
i cant even smell cigarette smoke or weed without wanting a hit..
Im so weak everytime my head hurts because i want a blow or a sip
puff puff gulp gulp thats all i wanna do so bad im so addicted to it
i just want my joint i wanna roll my weed i wanna smoke my vape..
i just want a drink i just want one sip and i'll be okay right? Just one oh pls just give
me one oh somebody pls im so depressed that i cant have one just one
im so addicted i need it someone help me i cant not recieve it \
im so sad and dull without it
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