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"my parents warned me about drugs in the streets but never the ones with big brown eyes and a heartbeat" read the wall of that empty damp street in that shitty town he'd led her to. She felt her heart clench while taking in the words, turning the urge to cry into something inevitable once again, however, tears didn't fall this time.

that girl had already cried them all, for him.

all she could do now was let out a sarcastic laugh and a somewhat annoyed huff that portrayed the ironic situation fate had got her into by making the poorly executed grafitti find her the night when everything became officially fucked up.

"Sometimes I just wish we hadn't met" Her bitter confession echoed through the nights crisp air "Fuck this, fuck him." And with that stated she allowed the smoke of the fourth spliff to fill her lungs. She hoped that one would be the one that would actually numb her aching heart as the three previous ones were supposed to.

It wasn't.