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Jan 2014
I am always scared. I'm always stuck at tha same house. "You know I want to go home too. Right.?" I got addicted to drugs, always hanging around the drugdealers. Getting high, that feeling everytime. Its a bad feeling, but it feels good.

When I go home, sometimes late at night. I am depressed, always have all that time to think. All I Care about is getting high.

I will quit in an nother day.
               *wrote this while i'm high.
Jessica Head
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Jessica Head  28/F/Fort A La Corne
(28/F/Fort A La Corne)   
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