The turning point was Shelley. She put it on me about my sister that heard you could write and I go, yeah I can. Who's she, the mother and my boy, it's all done. It's probably put it on me. It's because yeah we're gone then, right it's on think and I don't know where it came from, I just sat down and I went to this poem called Charlie Prayer, Pain of cocaine runs through my very vein as a slave to its master. I bear a shackle chains, shackled to my bottle. I have no focus with life. Why should I marry? My Charlie is my wife, foil, pen, bottle. That's all I need to make me take. But things, but things don't bring the falling place into the lighter clicks and then I'm on my pipe. My life's motorbike going down that rocky road and I took a puff. It wasn't enough. I feel like I'm ugly told. What should I do? Where should I go? I need more of these doubles, go creeping, weeping, feeling depressed, worn, but too would not be told silence. After outside world is loud it begins to hurt. I need another stone to take away this doesn't say. What am I really doing? This must sound really sad. Why should I be doing this? You must become really mad. This is becoming serious. No longer should I. I feel like a game. This is one beast. My friends, I truly have the time. I cannot blame the dealers for only a service is what they feel. I can only blame myself for enjoying this deadly thrill and I know I don't need this. It's all in my mind. I must believe in myself and self respect. I must find something to throw away my bottle and put my futures in my hands and against all adversity and no I will stand. But the journey that's in front of me will be hard from the start. But I have new ambitions that's going to be running really my heart for I want to see the world without the Charlie mist. I want to enjoy the more simple things that my girlfriend given me. I would love to hear the laughter of my child enjoying life. We're walking down the aisle going to meet my wife, love and care and kindness. That's all I need to make me tick. Things begin to fall in place and everything we just click. But do not give me credit or so that I've been bold. Because there was more to loving Charlie. I remember being told.