The Glock Holds My Heart Aflame: Love and Drugs

He clutchs that chrome weapon, a cold comfort in this warped world. Desire pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the powder that really threw him into another dimension. A world where visions danced in his head and pain disappeared away. He'd do anything for that next line. Anything to feel alive Though love was the only thing

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