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Intro. it was a cold Saturday night. Your mental health still deteriorating for months you will to fight your addictions had come to a end. You knocked on the door of roody's parent's house hoping he'll be here. Your arms bleeding slowly with the cuts hidden under your jacket. Your eyes puffy and red from crying but your pupils dilated fur to the drug use. You knock again quicker this time the panic kicking in as the adrenaline starts to go off.

Roddy

@Nasha