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My Constant Companion

Meth

By Heather VinCampPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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You're my constant companion. Wherever I go you go, wherever you go I go. We are never apart.

We have been through so much together you and me. We have had good times and bad times. Mostly bad times though.

I can always count on you to be there for me when I need a shoulder to cry on, when everyone else has turned away. You have always been there for me during my darkest days. You never leave me, you are always the only one to stay. You are my constant companion.

My constant companion, you're the life of the party. Everyone is so happy when I show up because everywhere I go my constant companion is sure to follow.

My constant companion you are my best friend. I have put you above everyone else. You are my constant companion.

We have been inseparable for years. Together we could rule the world, but without each other we are nothing, meaningless nobodies. You are my constant companion.

Things just wouldn't be the same without my constant companion. Most people wouldn't be so excited when I showed up if you are not with me, and my phone wouldn't get as many text messages asking when I could come by for a "visit." I would get a lot more sleep if my constant companion were to leave my side.

Maybe it's time we went our separate ways. I don't want to be your friend anymore constant companion of mine. We are growing apart from each other. I think it's time we go our separate ways. We were never really friends my constant companion and me. We used each other. I used you to hide behind so I didn't have to show my true feelings and I didn't have to feel pain and sorrow. You made me numb to all emotions. You made me a cold-hearted person that I'm not sure I want to be anymore.

You used me. I was never your friend. I was just your taxi, your free ride to ruin other people's lives. To make them numb to all emotions, like you did for me. Your free ride to make people come to love and need you like I once did.

You make moms cry themselves to sleep worrying about their babies that have come to love you and worship you as if you were a god.

You make good, honest, loving people turn cold mean and uncaring. You make hard working people lazy and you make them steal the food right out of their babies' mouths or the money from their mom's purse after she worked 16-hour days, six days a week just so she could put a decent meal on the table for her kids.

It's all about you. You don't love anyone or care if you destroy their lives or tear once happy families apart. You only care about you.

I never want to see you again my constant companion. You have ruined my life and I will not help you ruin any more lives than I already have.

You are no longer my constant companion. I will start calling you by your true name from now on and that name is one that too many broken families have come to know all too well "METH".

The sad life of a small town drug dealer........

A story wrote by Hecktor.... :(

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