To Love an Addict
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Dernière publication jeu., oct. 19, 2017
This is a nonfiction piece of my story of falling in love with a heroin addict and how it's affected my life. I want everyone who is going through this to know they are not alone. This story is going to be raw and graphic. I'm not holding back, every story and experience through this is different, this is just my take.
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