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❀˚. 🕊₊˚.༄ ❝ she's so used to feeling nothing thatthe idea of happiness scares her. ❞ ❀˚. 🕊₊˚.༄
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juliette springs once had with the world at her feet; nothing more than a little girl with a pure heart whose daddy swore that she'd never want for anything.
at eighteen she spent her nights flying high on coke, dancing the november nights away in nothing more than a tiny black dress and breaking hearts left and right. life was good; her friends were fucking crazy and she was right up on that pedestal with them. they were young and free, riding every high like it could be their last and roaming the streets as if they owned them.
she always knew, deep down, that the thrills wouldn't last forever. eventually, her highs would turn into lows and the world would be just as bleak as it had been before.
it was only a matter of time until her father would throw in his towel and stop funding her addiction. she was counting down the days, savouring her highs and cursing her lows.
one, two, three, four.
; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*
WARNINGS; content including but not limiting: drug usage, overdose & addiction. strong language. detailed descriptions of violence. strong references to sex.
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