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My favorite drug calls me. She taunts me. Do I want her again? She knows I crave her deadly flight. I tell her yes. From then on she stays just beyond the bars entrapping my soul. Should I keep reaching anyway? Can I keep paining myself for Novocain that slips away, or should I let myself hit rock bottom and start over? Shall I choose pain or pain? Will I grasp at nothing or take the agonizing plunge towards my Excruciating savior in loneliness? I feel myself falling...
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