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Candy.

Two little white lines was all it took. "hooked" "far-gone" "sick" Her friends didn't know. Her parents didn't care and she, herself, liked the ride. Cocaine, the d.o.c. It was only one party. "please mom, let me go!" she should of listened. she didn't. she never did. Days turned to nights, Stars dulled under blankets of narcotics. Lights dimmed under feet of candy-acid colors. Then there was a trip. The one that ended it all. There were stars, and faces and music. All around. she was:
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Alone she sat, staring at the wall. feverishly she twisted her stolen rings. eyes glazed. Hair Greasy. Nails black. Lipstick smeared. Alone. Alone. Alone. She feels the dimmer switch being pulled on. Its now that she sees who she is. was.





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