shyvness
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haze.
she brought the thin cigarette to her mouth and inhaled deeply, before releasing the puff of smoke into the air. haze watched in a medically induced daze as the small cloud of smoke disintegrated into the air.
matty.
she looked into the open window she had crawled out of, at the dark haired, thin boy who lay passed out in her bed, due to the same amount, if not more drugs running through his system as hers. he was the reason her life had changed so much, whether it be for the better or not, she hadn't quite figured it out yet
he was no good for her, that was for sure. but she wasn't any better for him.