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Speed of Light
Written By, Andrew G. (Ace) BPM: 100 intro/ 104 onwardChords: F#, D, A, E Verse:My systems been brokeBurning up in smokeI’m begging for hope, for hopeI’m waiting to be foundCasting shadows on the groundTo the lasers and the sounds Pre Chorus:I lost my trajectoryBut I found my gravityI’m taking off to the galaxyFeel my velocity…
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It Doobie Like That
Written by, Roe G. Hi guys, my name is Roe and I’m in recovery. Here is the story of my CHS experience. “I was diagnosed with CHS two days ago” “When did you last smoke?” “Um, yesterday… it was for the anxiety and the nausea” “Are you confused as to what the problem is?”I felt…
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Finding the Courage
Written by, Katherine T. I want to start by talking about where I came from, because I think so much of my struggle with open-mindedness and honesty started in my childhood. Growing up, I was taught to believe exactly what my family believed. There wasn’t room for questioning, for doubt, or for my own voice.…
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Hunger in Chains
Written by, John C. I wake up to the gnaw, the claw, the whisper—a voice that slithers in my veins,coiling around my ribs like a python with patience.It doesn’t scream; it seduces,doesn’t demand; it devours. I tell myself, not today.Today I will walk past the firewithout dipping my hands into the flames.Today I will not…
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Forgetfulness of Being
Written by, Sail R. Forgetfulness-of-being Did you forgetthat surrender comesat the foot to the well of being? Did you forgetthat the womb is a woundand not a home for the orphan? Did you forgetthat bubbles burst forthlike new egos,tenuous and awaitingits own destruction? Published in A New Leaf – July 2025
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Durable Insight
Written by, Sashank V. I imagine the brain to be an intricate Rube Goldberg machine, where a tiny stream of water flows over tributaries, spinning little water wheels, and setting tiny parcels afloat or aground based on the tide and logic of the day. Smoking marijuana is like setting a fire hose upon this delicate…
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Daddy
By, Rich C. As a child, I called you Daddy. As I grew up, it became Dad. You didn’t often (or hardly ever) say, “I love you son.” Rather, you showed love. Often, we regret the things not said. Or, regret the hurtful things sometimes said. Before you died, you made amends. You said the…
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Steps and Principles
By, Tanya Mc. Stepping into… I am absolutely powerless over weed in my life.I can honestly say i can’t stop using, once I start.It’s always, just one more time, but then;It seems to be a marathon, on which I embark. But, I feel like it is just me who is doing this.I feel like there…
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Recovering
By Lisa N. Recovery – it takes some time.Minutes turn to days, days to weeks.While the weeks, they mark the climb. Work through the months, get to the end.Recovery is continuous, a journey and path.No final destination you see, my friend! Addiction is our illness, connection is our cure.We wrestle our demons, deal with Life.Adulting…
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This Tune Shall Pass
By, Jesse P. It started out as one teenaged wishthe click of a lighterand turned into a lifeIt was excitingand floating from the groundcame the laughter and the closeness I needed to have somehowyou turned into a danger from someone I held so close, I don’t knowbut it was time for you to go Oh…
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