The Glock Holds My Heart Aflame: Love and Drugs

He clutchs that steel weapon, a cold comfort in this sick world. Love pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the glass that really threw him into another dimension. A world where dreams danced in his head and pain fainted away. They'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel connected Though love was the only thing that t

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