Poem about my ex addiction
"Green and grand the feeling went bland nauseated from the smell. I threw it like in a wishing well the last of my addiction relapse after relapse I felt I was weak until God came and showed me. I was unique. The first in my house to break a curse. After a while, it felt as clockwork" July 9th 2026
I grew up around mary jane no wattson since i was a kid i was hooked at the age of 12 trying to look cool in front of a kid who didn't care but it became my longest burden im 3 months clean
Yahusha set me free