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 hard stuff that really knocked him into another dimension. A world where dreams danced in his head and pain fainted away. He'd do anything for that next dose. Anything to feel free But love was the only thing that tru

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