The Glock Holds My Heart Aflame: Love and Drugs

He gripped that silver weapon, a cold comfort in this sick world. Lust pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the powder that really sent him into another dimension. A world where beauty danced in his head and pain melted away. He'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel free Yet love was the only thing that truly bound

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