I have a problem with heroin. It's ruling my life. I've spent a fortune on it. I think about it night and day. I've sobbed my heart out over it. I know more about it than I ever wanted to know. I desperately want it out of my life, but it won't go. It's the ugliest thing ever and I wish I'd never heard of it. I desperately wish it didn't exist. I feel that I'll lose my mind if I don't break it's five-year grip on me now. This minute.
Am I a heroin addict? Nope. Never used it in my life. Never laid eyes on it. Unfortunately, my son is in its powerful grip. It's ruining his life and his addiction is ruining mine. It's stolen my peace, my sanity, my trust, my faith, my heart, my hope, my dignity and just about everything else. If you love a heroin addict, you know what I mean. If you don't know, keep reading. I'll explain it all in a way that you can't fail to understand.
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