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"I know what’s going to happen here because it’s the same thing that always happens. I know all you drug people detest me, and believe me, the feeling is mutual. And if you want to know why I keep posting stuff like this - going very much against the societal grain that decided years ago the scourge of drugs was no longer something worth fighting - I’d like to introduce you to Eva Holland. And her two children. And her dead husband."
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Years ago I used to work in a public hospital, and from time to time I would be asked to work to work on the 'psych ward'. One of the residents had posted a copy of the poem Miss Heroin on the wall of the psychiatric ward I was working on. I liked it so much (the poem, not heroin!) that I memorized it.
If you struggle with addictions you can substitute heroin with your own particular issues. But it is still a great poem:
Miss Heroin
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass
LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,
and someone, pretending to be a true friend,
said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well honey, before you start fooling with me,
just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves.
You think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I've entered deep down in your veins,
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck.
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm,
and feel contentment when I'm in your arms.
The day, when you realize the monster you've grown,
you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots.
The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot.
The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains,
can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way, and there's no need to look,
for deep down inside you know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pushers and then,
you'll welcome me back to your arms once again.
And you will return just as I foretold!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart.
And you will be mine until, "Death Do Us Part"
Author Anonymous
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