I've come to realize that I need help. I'm not eating because of it. I'm not sleeping because of it. I want it all the time. My eyes are bloodshot. My head aches when I don't have it . . . and when I do, but it makes the achies less bad. I'm neglecting the outside world, I'm forgetting my obligations, but it makes me laugh and cry. I can't
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