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OXYTOCIN [ t.c ]
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It doesn't take me seconds to ruin a person's life. What I didn't realize was that my life is being ruined too, step-by-step, which is worse than a matter of seconds. I don't find myself trying to give attention to what my brain and heart feel, unless and until it's hatred, unbound and anger, all the negative emotions you can think of, and all the shit you feel when you drink and smoke.
As a result of those emotions, you're numb.
This is where it ends.
[WARNING: STORY CONTAINS; VULGAR LANGUAGE / SEXUAL CONTENT / MENTAL HEALTH / DRUG USAGE / VIOLENCE]
Oxytocin by newyorknightss
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