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"𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙,"
╭──╯𝘣𝘰𝘣 𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!
Three years sober from meth, you finally had stability: a quiet job and a small apartment in New York. It wasn't glamorous, but it was safe. And for once, that was enough. Although, something dark inside of you persisted. You felt the pit in your chest growing every day, taking over your mind, body, and soul. Sleep didn't offer peace, only awful night terrors.
When you find a chance to make something better of yourself, you stop and think. What is the worst that could happen?
╰──╮"𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙."
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