Earlier today I had a .38 between my teeth cocked and loaded with my finger on the trigger about to make all the pain go away. My best friend walked in my front door, sat down right next to me, handed me a joint, and didn’t say a word. We were completely silent the whole time. When the joint was gone we cried and cried. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for good weed and great friends. They took the pain away; Gave me faith to hope for a better tomorrow. My eyes are finally open 8)
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