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Nov 2012
The titles tells the story.
Depending on the view.

You're a ******.
Yes, according to the side of town you were caught in.

You have a substance problem.
Yes, to those that can't stand to offend.

You have a chemical abuse problem.
Okay.
This is where the mess ends.
Least, when faced with a real friend.

We judge people according to classification.
When in truth, it doesn't matter.
When all mention here needs assistance.

If it's you.
Seek it.
Don't regret it.
Life will improve better to you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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