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Dear Dealer Would You Stop?

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Dear Drug Dealer

I wonder. If you knew the destruction of what you do- would you stop? Would you tum your life around knowing you where saving lives and families by doing so? If you could follow all the little bags, you exchange for cash. on their full journey, would It make you feel remorse?

If you could see the child in fear, hiding in her older sibling’s bedroom while their parents fight? If you could see the children hungry, going to school with no lunch making their own way there. because their parents had handed all their cash to you? If you could see the children that cry themselves to sleep at night, because her parents have split up and they don't see their dad that they were once so close to anymore?

If you could see the wife that cries, because the man she loves with all her heart has lost his way and she can't help him back? If you could see the mother, that gave life to such a perfect child who raised and nurtured them to the best she could. whose heart now breaks as she has to watch that child now grown, on a destructive path she cannot protect them from no matter how hard she tries?

If you could see the father, the protector of his own family. the man that is strong, that worked hard to raise his family right and give them all they needed, the man that promised his princess the day she was born that he would never let any harm come her way so long as he was still breathing. If you could watch that strong proud man cry uncontrollably because his little princess now grown into a beautiful woman has sold her body to a stranger for cash ... just to give to you?

If you could see the young man who once had a great job he was proud or, but has now lost because of the little bags he keeps buying from you, If you could see him selling all his possessions one by one he worked so hard to get, if you could see him break into the elderly ladles home while she sleeps at night, to steal whatever he can to give to you, if you could see the fear that lady lives with for the rest of her life now?

If you could see all the depression, all the pain, all the heart ache, all the hopelessness. all the fear, all the people's lives It destroys?

Dear Dealer would you stop?

(Author Unknown)

 

 

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Poem - My Living Nightmare

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"I wrote this poem when I was locked up. Please do not steal it. I take great pride in my writing but don't share much of it. It is my outlet, one I don't use often enough. Please share the poem all you want but with me Brandon Tyler Bray as the Author. Thank you hope you like it"

My Living Nightmare

I dread waking up
But I force a smile
I try to give a F***
Though I haven't for awhile
All emotion stuck inside
Heart burning as it piles
No one to confide
Worries tuck away like files
Drugs take away the pain
Yet my problems now grow worse
Without them I don't feel the same
My only stop is in a hearse
I hate who I've become
On the inside I scream
I feel the drugs have won
Reality is now my worst dream
From everyone I am shunned
It's all exactly how it seems
No more retirement fund
This is no longer me
Everyday the same goal
No matter what the cost
Even down to my very soul
I've never been so lost
Scared of the sickness
Always feeling hopeless
Lost in the thickness
Of never being dopeless.

-Brandon Tyler Bray

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