The Glock Holds My Heart Aflame: Love and Drugs

He held tight that steel piece, a cold comfort in this sick world. Love pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the hard stuff that really knocked him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain melted away. He'd do anything for that next dose. Anything to feel alive But love was the only thing that

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