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Sep 2015
Holding the razor with a shaky hand. I look into the mirror and see the rings under my eyes. I push the powder this way then that. separating it out in even lengths. I lay the razor down and put the straw to my nose. I close one side so that I can get a strong inhale. I must do this each day, to wake up I need this to feel alive. Putting money up my nose in the form of white powder. I am always cutting the lines in order to just get by.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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