Intoxicated
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Jun 15, 2018
Blurred Images. Ears ringing. Heart Thumping. Chemicals in my bloodstream. Nicotine in my lungs. The floor beneath my feet giving away. Numb.
Why does disintegrating, slowly, feel so good?
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