By Varad
She stood by me when I’d hit rock-bottom; held my hand through the horrible withdrawal.
An ache to see her smile made me quit cold-turkey.
I felt great, in absolute control and in love again with life.
All stayed well for less than twenty-four hours.
Her call goes to voicemail as I plunge the needle deep into my vein.
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Wow.
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So powerful! Moving!
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Deep. So painful…
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So sad and powerful
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My goodness, Varad, that’s dramatic – and tragic.
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Damn. So good! (Mike)
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