Seldomly had I seen such arrogance. Dope had the audacity to think that I was his property. The drug tried to convince me that I was his slave. That I was no longer free to exercise free will. For years he dragged me through the streets and put me on display like a street performer hustling for loose change. But it wasn't all his fault. I gave him permission to do it. In fact, I encouraged him to help me to wreck my life.

One day I asked God to help me take back my life. I had grown weary of t...
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