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Mar 2018
"Should have known it was contagious like a sickness.
But I'm not sure if I want the vaccination for this.
Do I suffer from it like Hell? Do I try to rid it and get well?
All it took was a inhale of scent. Paralyzed.
All it took was a taste. Sterilized.
All it did was drop me to the floor. Flatlined.
All I did was beg for more after I would die..
Infected High. "
Josh Fisher
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Josh Fisher  29/M/Nanticoke, PA
(29/M/Nanticoke, PA)   
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