The following is a poem written by a young girl while in jail. This young girl was hooked on crystal meth. I thought it was worth blogging; please talk to your children about drugs.
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My Name: “Is TIK†aka Crystal Meth
 I destroy homes, I tear families apart, I take your children,
and that’s just the start. I am more costly than diamonds,
more precious than gold, the sorrow I bring
is a sight to behold.
 If you need me, remember, I am easily found, I live all around you, in schools and in town. I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe, next door.
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I am made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink. In your child’s closet, and even in the woods, if this scares you to death, well, it certainly should.
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I have many names, but there’s one you know best,
I am sure you’ve heard of me,
my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome;
try me you’ll see,
but if you do,
you may never break free.
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Just try me once,
And I might let you go,
But try me twice,
And I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you,
You’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to – just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms,
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms, your lungs, and
Your nose.
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You’ll lie to your Mother, you’ll steal from your Dad,
When you see their tears,
You should feel sad.
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But you’ll forget your morals,
And how you were raised,
I’ll be your conscience,
I’ll teach you my ways.
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I take kids from parents,
And parents from kids,
I turn people from God,
And separate friends.
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I’ll take everything from you,
Your looks and your pride,
I’ll be with you always,
Right by your side.
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You’ll give up everything –
your family,
your home,
your money,
then you’ll be alone.
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I’ll take and take,
Till you have nothing more to give,
When I am finished with you,
You’ll be lucky to live.
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If you try me be warned – this is no game,
If given the chance,
I’ll drive you insane.
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I’ll ravish your body,
I’ll control your mind,
I’ll own you completely,
Your soul will be mine.
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Oh, the nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you’ll hear,
From inside your head,
The sweats,
The shakes,
The visions,
You’ll see,
I want you to know,
These are all gifts from me.
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But then it’s too late,
And you’ll know in your heart,
That you are mine,
And we shall not part.
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You’ll regret that you tried me,
They always do,
But you came to me,
Not I to you.
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You knew this would happen,
Many times you were told,
But you challenged my power,
And chose to be bold.     Â
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You could have said, “No,â€
And just walked away;
If you could live that day over now,
What would you say?
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I’ll be your master; you’ll be my slave,
I’ll even go with you,
When I send you to your early grave.
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Now that you have met me,
What will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It’s all up to you.
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I can bring you more misery than words can ever tell,
Come take my hand,
Let me lead you to Hell.
 -ANONYMOUS LITTLE GIRL