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Age: 14
Gender: Female
Location: Colorado

Meth..

The blood shot eyes, the rage upon a face, the scream within a voice, and the sores among a body, is nothing more than an illness, none the less an addiction.

Crawling bugs is the hallucination, scratching nothing but bare skin. The sound of children making noise is the irritation in the brain, a simple click drives the mind into insanity. Yelling, screaming, and crying is the uncontrollable effects. Constant movement in the body is the drug needing more, tapping of the fingers, the stretch of the mouth, and the crinkle of the nose is one individual needing its supply.

Walking, touching, and living with an addict, is every tear a child sheds, every scream a child yells, and every cry out a child shouts is hidden in a shadow, in the dark of someone who knows how to play games. The trigger within such a sensitive brain gets pushed by the smallest amount of pressure, a monster becomes released within the process of craving more and to be low and finally crash into a state of paranoia.

As the pills for help remain unused, and the life that is being slowly sentenced to death faces its worst enemy, loved ones are left to pay with the strike of being hurt. This world spins every second of every hour of every year, just as Meth makes its way around Earth to the ones who cannot deny the use of being in a fantasy. Every second a child is beaten, every hour a new addict is found, and every year a life is ended.

-C.S., Daughter of a Meth Addict

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