Can anyone makes this stop? Everything just needs to slow down. I pull at my hair. Crying, I slowly fall to the ground. A cold rush of liquid against my lips, the taste of white powder. 500 mg. What is black, is now white. What was white, is now gray. Swallow. Exhale. I want to escape, please get me out of here. I want to run far far away. Another
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I remember you. Do you remember me? I'm glad you're still writing. Can I add you?
That took the fucking air out of me.
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