Just to get high
Description
His fingers were burnt to the bone, his eyes sulken and skin pale. This man looked like death, but I loved him. This man I loved, was going to be the death of me.
Foreword
I couldn’t speak, my lips moving but no sound coming out, my body frozen and unable to move. If I had had the power to do any of those simple tasks, could I have prevented what was to happen next? Would it had saved me the horror of my nightmares at the present?
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