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a syringe. the plunger goes down. the Good feeling goes in. a smile slowly forms on my face. it starts to work. morphing my reality. this is the life. nothing but joy. no pain. no past.
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 7:48 PM UTC
she tore me up
a syringe. the plunger goes down. the Good feeling goes in. a smile slowly forms on my face. it starts to work. morphing my reality. this is the life. nothing but joy. no pain. no past.
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 7:48 PM UTC
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