Absolute Perfection |Ashton Irwin|
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Last published Thu, Dec 31, 2015
One more shot rolled down my burning throat. One more hit moved in and out of my lungs. Two fingers go in my mouth and the contents of my stomach comes out. Then I repeat one shot one hit and two fingers. I live life in a daze, one repeating process. This is what it takes to live my life, this is what it takes to reach society's idea of absolute perfection.
A/N
I've had wanted to write this story for a long time. I know not many will read the story if any, but I wanted a creative outlet. If any of you are reading this I hope you continue to bare with me as I write this story.
-xo Hallie Marie
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