An Addict’s Indifference
Those were the lost years when my days were bathed in the hazy, soft glow of fentanyl and tomorrow never came. Those were the stacked hours of feeling nothing and floating lazily down the opium river....
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There is a reason birds don’t fly here anymore. The skies are filled with fear and lamenting, and their wings are covered in blood and ash – bones falling from the sky. The deer no longer nurses her...
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