hell.

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TW: Substance abuse
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"Paige, we missed you."

"Just fucking give me the shit," I cried an hour later, wishing they'd save their pleasantries. "I'll pay you whatever."

"Nah, you don't need to pay. I can tell you're in a bad spot."

I took out a credit card, and handed it over regardless. It wasn't used for paying. I couldn't stop the tears as they fell down my face, and when my phone began to ring again, I picked it up and smashed it against the ground. The glass went everywhere.

"Shit!" My friends yelled.

"Just...do what you need to do." I croaked, rubbing my nose. A shard of glass pinched my bare foot, and I ignored it.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't care."

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my nose is burning
too much cocaine

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my soul is burning
need jesus christ

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if the alcohol and drugs don't kill me
i don't know what will

other
than
you

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It burned. I coughed. It hurt. My arm was pinched, inside my elbow. I put it on a friend's phone so I'd remember this time:
H
Coke
Lean
Aaaaaamnsbujjd

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Euphoria,
and a slow heartbeat
drove me to my home
away from home.

white

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