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*VIEW DISCRETION ADVISED* *DRUG ABUSE *PHYSICAL/SEXUAL ABUSE *DEPRESSION It was assumed an abstract thought. Pure euphoria, is what it was. No one can explain it, not to it's full potential. Unjustified, Unreasonable, Vexatious. But yet, I remained starved without it. Removing the cotton textured strings from my shoes. Depression fueled my motive. Tightening the shoe string just at the fold of my left arm, I reinforce it taught with my teeth. Driving the needle through my skin, breaking the surface of my vein. Pressing the plunger of the syringe, I become more alive then I've ever been. Immediately I am departed from reality. Immediately everything that has been broken is fixed. Even for that moment. Immediately I am addicted. Culprit, Pure rhapsody. Pure conviction. Pure heroin. In that moment, self destruction isn't such an ugly thing. A story of a young girls revival.
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