MentalBloody's Reading List
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Writings of a grunge girl by laraestone
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a girls guide to grunge by rainspert
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quotes, lyrics & grunge style tips. basically my life in a book.
My name is "METH" by SummerHughes101
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This was me. by xxxNeverKnowsxxx
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Poems and Quotes by Rikio_Yuu
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my poems & quotes for u
Cotton Fever : Trials and Tribulations of a Drug Addict by MissMeredith
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Gritty. Authentic. Twisted. The true tales of being a heroin addict at age 19.
Poems I Wrote While High On Meth by RelmOfFire
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Burning Myself by alexanoelle
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Kiera was an adopted daughter into an extremely religious family. She was raised to be "perfect," but that can only last so long... It was her seventeenth birthday when she met Landon-- who she thought was a nice guy, until she learned of his past. He was exactly what her parents never wanted her to be with. He entered the drug scene a while ago, but will his past erupt into Keira's life? What happens when just injecting it one time turns into the addiction? And what if her family finds out? She must run away and realize what life would be like on her own. Or rather, on her own with the drug of choice and Landon in tow. Because once you enter the party, there is no turning back...
Do You Like Drugs by HaYouLookLikeATurtle
HaYouLookLikeATurtle
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"Can it, where's the money." I said while smiling. I probably looked creepy as hell. He fidgeted with is plaid patched shirt and shrugged one shoulder. "Look about that...there was a robbery. Yeah a robbery and..." Harry punched the weak wall and a hole was made instantly. He breathed out heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "When will you learn Jinx? We need our money. I hate not getting my money. Now someone's going to pay." I cracked my neck. "Whether its with money....or blood." 
Diary of a Suicide: Chris by queenofamarillo
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The only thing on fifteen year old Chris's mind starts with an S. No, it's not sex