15.3.10

Cocaine Stains

He took that hit and look up in the skies, colors blurred and blended. He let out a whimper, this is what his life has come to, inside he weeps but on the outside he thrashes at the world, bearing his teeth and clawing at demons. A wave of energy before a deathly calm, chemistry takes over his brain patterns and his life cycle starts again.

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