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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Location: Georgia

The slogan isn't a lie.. Don't try it, even JUST once. About 2 years ago, I was introduced to this narcotic while at a friend's house for the summer. I had to stay with them over the summer, because my mother was terminally ill with COPD and my father was at the hospital so often I had noone to care for me.. Back to the story. I got there, and was hanging with some buddies out in the back-house. There was a few people I knew from school, and they were all sitting in a circle enjoying some marijuana. I thought nothing of it, until I looked towards the back of the back-house. On the counter, beside the stove and range, was a large container-like vessle, smoking and emitting weird, sickening odors. I watched as my friend was mixing odd substances such as drain cleaner, cold and flu tablets, and finally filtering it all through several coffee filters and sticking the soupy mixture in the refridgerator. As he turned around, he held out a napkin with a quarter sized ammount of clearish-white crystals I assume were made the night before. I knew it was methamphetamine from the anti-drug campaigns I watched in school months back, but my friend looked perfectly healthy. He walked to the circle, grabbed a shiny slate of glass and began to crush and powerderize the crystals, and then proceed to snort it. The look on his face seemed pleasured.. so I sat down to watch some others to snort it. It got around to me, and I looked at it for a minute before thinking about the site of my mother, sick and dieing.. I lost all feeling of care. I snorted it, as instructed, and moments after it ran through my nose I felt so relieved. I felt rushed, energetic, wakeful, and euphoric. I don't remember the rest of the night, entirely.. But I know I did much more that night, and even more in the course of the 3 months I stayed there. I snorted it the day before heading home, and the second I got in the house I had the craving. It was so powerful.. so consuming. I looked under the couches for change to buy some, cracked into my savings of $1200 dollars intended for my car, and stole at least $300 dollars from friends' houses that evening...aggressive and mean, which was very unlike me in my docile nature. I couldn't get enough to stop the craving. Before I knew it.. I was in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses. I was bleeding profusely, from every inch of my face. Scars that will never leave.. and even 2 years after rehabilitation and intervention... I have the craving to do it. I lost everything that meant anything to me. My family, my friends, and my possessions... all in a short 3 months. The scars will never leave, the craving is hanging over me like a noose and the damage done to the people I care about most is irreversible.. Once was enough to get me to ruin everything that was once MINE. Meth consumed me, and I can't take it back.

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