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and i\\\'ve never heard a fucking life story quite like that before, and the pain from him, cut deep into me,,,, the thought of this word, addiction, weird, say it addiction, its almost like exhilarating to say it. he started using at age 14 and didnt stop until the age of around 45-49? wow, long ass time, his drug of choice... meth! the was small, and you could tell he\\\'d had a rough life, his hair was gray, and he had a tattoo obviously aged on his arm, that i couldnt stop staring at... and i absorbed his words, soaked it in like a sponge, and he pain once again hit me. the thoughts of my mother drinking always blacked out, and her boyfriend beating her senseless, and how i was scared to allow my friends to come over, these thoughts came to mind, his story went on for about an hour and i started crying, i looked around, he was crying too, i wanted to hug him, i wanted to fix him, but i just had to remind myself that you can only change you. when he was done i went to him to tell him how deeply his story affected mme, and i choked, i couldnt breath, he hugged me and said i\\\'d be okay, and that serenity isn\'t freedom from the storm, its the calm in the middle that gets you through.