Possessed Beauty

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
First short essay , do not be rude if you dont like it
Experience and personal beliefs about Crystal Meth.
Could be sounding a little violent.
Rated;T 17+

Submitted: June 28, 2013

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Im scared out of my mind. The feeling when your just running nonstop to no where, also known as the point of no return. Its like climbing , but instead of climbing upwards , the way your supposed to, your climbing down below the 6th floor , if that makes any sense to you  . In my head it does , but most of the human race dont quite understand what thoughts , I explain perfectly well to them , because I have the nickname the weirdo that talks nonsense . Well you are living in a planet of nonsense , youve been here ever since you took your first breath . The drug makes me see so clear and yet so magically . Kind of like the song that we hear on the radio \"wide awake\" by Katy Perry .  Katy is saying that's she's wide awake and can now see further then everyone else , except for the people that do the same ice as her .  Don't expect a satisfying future , is what the drug calls out when you are just about to be injecting , smoking , or snorting it . The most common ways obviously . Yet , we do it anyway . Nothing stops human beings, like myself from doing something that the devil made so powerful and yet , so appealing.  Takes you to a different stage , almost like your in a different dimension, and you know more than normal people . I used to be one of those normal people , until I took a puff of this magic . It was all fun and games , until the visions and dreams kicked in . Not something I ever expected to be going through. I know more than everybody else . I know everybody's life story . I am the chosen one, and soon enough I'll be a robot, doing everything the drug will ask me to do , you will no choice but to obey the orders , like a slave because of how brutal will be when you are not medicated with the drug. Although I didn't get pressured into it ,  Ill just try to convince whoever is reading this to not let anyone make you do something you don't want to do .   Imagine , your blood not flowing , your blood just stands still as if your a mortifying frozen zombie that doesn't have life in him or her . Imagine bruises not healing that you got weeks ago because of your blood staying put for however long you decide to kill yourself slow or fast high of it. The blue under our eyes and around the mouth . Out cold , below normal human body temperature . The shaking . The hallucinations . The audio monster shrieks  that aren't really there , only you hear them. The drug that abuses and kills . But is so delightful , and better yet the biggest temptation ive ever came around !  It makes you a different person , an outsider basically . Your not the same as anyone else .  Constant frightening dreams every other night . Something or someone , don't know which one of those suite a demon better tugging on my shoulder , throwing me around like a old school rag doll , I can do absolutely nothing but take the pain until I have a chance to do it again .


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