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there's a syringe filled to the dropper with ****** and a blackened spoon on the kitchen counter. he was in the bathroom shooting up and left this one for later but in a daze forgot to consider that others would be home early. i didn't care. i've stepped on many ***** syringes before and as a child poked myself by accident a few times as well. i don't have hepatitis luckily but to me it was just an annoying prickly receptacle full of enough intoxicant to be lethal to any person without a tolerance. i just banged on the door. ''hey if i see this **** again i'll break your arm''. i heard faint mumble from within and left him to get high. he was going to leave within the next day or two any way. must be fun, and millions are having fun, why bother them? they know what they're doing it's just the lack of respect i don't appreciate. and the fact that they get to **** themselves in plain view while we die oftentimes in slower subtler ways
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
must be fun
there's a syringe filled to the dropper with ****** and a blackened spoon on the kitchen counter. he was in the bathroom shooting up and left this one for later but in a daze forgot to consider that others would be home early. i didn't care. i've stepped on many ***** syringes before and as a child poked myself by accident a few times as well. i don't have hepatitis luckily but to me it was just an annoying prickly receptacle full of enough intoxicant to be lethal to any person without a tolerance. i just banged on the door. ''hey if i see this **** again i'll break your arm''. i heard faint mumble from within and left him to get high. he was going to leave within the next day or two any way. must be fun, and millions are having fun, why bother them? they know what they're doing it's just the lack of respect i don't appreciate. and the fact that they get to **** themselves in plain view while we die oftentimes in slower subtler ways
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
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