Dogs And monster

Dog in a bush. Dog lights a smoke. Dog has long scraggly hair. Dog sleeping on streets. Dog scratching her face. Dog picks at her skin. Dog lights up again. Dogs hair is in tangles and messy. Dogs skin is ashy and broken out. Dog cries at nights. Dog wonders how to get her hands on the monster. Dogs skin is becoming more flawed with every run up with the monster. Dog hears wispers at night. Dog still wanders ally ways. Dog lets people do stuff with her in order to get in contact with the monster. Sometimes the monster is laced with one of its friends. The dog never really does pure stuff anymore. Dog told herself she would never get addicted. Dog is addicted to the monster. Crank Monster Crystal meth. Oh yes! Dog does meth! And dog loves her meth. Dog signed a contract with the monster the very first time it enter her system. Dog has a life long relationship with meth. Dog fucked up. Now her life is uncontrollable. Dog isn't stupid. The monster controlled her. Dog was smart loving and sweet. Monster was controlling addicting and very very Very Very Veryyyyyyy Persuasive. Dog holds hands with the monster now.

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