"A long-term substance abuser, a few months before his death, penned this poem: Went downtown, Hastings and Main, looking for relief from the pain. All I did was find a ticket on a one-way train. ... Give me peace before I die. The track is laid out so well; we all live our private hell; just more tickets on the hell-bound train."

--
Gabor Mate

#Pain #Long #Track

+1
Share
Pin
Like
Send
Share

You may also like: