My little white friends....

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    It is unfortunate when you become your own worst enemy due to being addicted to a pill, a small but powerful pill called "vicodin" but if you take it day by day all the wanting feeling you once had will drift away and you will always say "stay away" even if it is hard to do, be strong, live life for what it really is, that is how i managed to help myself, all by myself, not wanting others to know how bad i was in "love" with this so called little white friend, but hold on and be strong, if i can break the habit alone, then anyone can. It just takes time and patience and you will discover a world outside of your addiction, that is so much more light and refreshing. me..........

    My little white friends....

    You have no idea what you do to me, my little white friend. You make my heart sing the most joyous of songs when i place you in my mouth and swallow. You dive deep into my blood and take all my cares away, for i feel as if i am floating on air, if you know what i mean? I sometimes abuse you, and that for i should never do again, you don't deserve to be treated bad when that is all you make me do is feel wonderous. I am in a different planet with you, just you and i, and if i could keep it that way forever i suppose that i would. no fear, no pain, just the feeling of honor, respect, and nothing but love for you. i don't know exactly where i am going with this, but as i take you with me one swallow at a time, i really don't care where we end up, as long as i have you near. my body craves for you to be in me. It sounds so beautiful on paper, but when you are gone i am lost, i am a walking miserable sole. i set out to find you, i know it may even sound as if i have to have you, i don't want to stalk you, but you give me no other choice. I can't say that i love you, because most of the time, especially when i  don't have you, i hate you. I hate the way you make me feel when you are gone, i hate the way that you make me angry and treat the other ones around me so cruel, and it is all because of you. you don't realize it ofcourse, how could you? you have no feeling or regards to anything. you are just a narcotic looking to make my mind relax and telling me to be free and don't worry about money or your problems, just swallow me and you shall be fine. My little white friend this is where i draw the line, you and i should have never met, and due to that i am now a wreck. But thank you for the good times that we once shared and how much i thought that i cared, i no longer need you in my life, for i have found something better and his name is "christ", but i shall always remember or try to at least, the times that we spent together, but now i am done with you forever.

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    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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