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... fourteen years old, I had run from home a month ago to prevent my family from finding out about my drug habit. Since then, I had lived in constant fear of being prosecuted by CNB officers. I had to run from one hiding place to another, all the time searching for means to feed my addiction. Sometimes, through the pain of deprivation, I would think back to those times when I was healthy and happy, free from the anguish that drugs caused. Occasionally, I recalled how I came to be addicted to drugs. It started from peer pressure—my friends were taking the drug; and curiosity—I was extremely inquisitive and curious, wanting to try out those drugs, and then growing into a full-fledged addiction Once again, it was nightfall. I emerged from my hiding place to forage the rubbish bins for food. As became my habit, I would then drag myself to the nearest night joint, to see if I could obtain drugs to satisfy my cravings...