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3:24 A.M. He sucked slowly on the little glass tube. Real slow real calm real quiet. He told me to inhale it into my lungs and hold it. He looked predatorily at me and his mouth twitched. He pulled it away from his lips and pursed them. His body tensed up and absorbing. Until finally a release. He exhaled and still faced me. Lingering deathly close to my body. He blew the smoke straight into my face. It didn’t burn like cigarette smoke. I closed my eyes smiled an embarrassed smile. Scrunched up my nose. Slow motion. Wavy. “Sorry.” He said. He wasn’t sorry. He smirked. Did it again. Laughed at me when I coughed. &

"Not again." You're calling to me for the fifth time the past three days. I successfully ignored you four out of five times. I sighed and tossed my phone on the bed. Dear God, not again. I just can't say no to you. There are times I come so close to finally standing my ground. But today is not one of those days. I can't put up a fight right now. I want you so badly. It's been, what, two days since I've seen you last? You really know how to get me. These shackles are very tight around my free will. When I shuffle up from my bed and into the bathroom. I see my face. Granted it's full of shame. I see my eyes. Granted they're tired. I see my

Tuesday September 23rd 2014 9:57 P.M. “Don’t you see?” His voice was charged full of static calmness. He was close so close too close. Please just move back get back. You pressed yourself further against the wall. The rest of your sight was blurred. Everything lost its defining features. He leaned in closer His scent addicting and foreign. “This is. Exactly. What you need.” That voice was too quiet. So full of urgency it was a sin. Leaking disease. His grin reached up to His ears. Sickeningly plastered on so tightly. It looks like His lips might rip. So false. You want to reach up and touch them see if He&

Friday September 19th 2014 11:46 P.M. “Stop wasting your life regretting things. Stop apologizing and being sorry. Time is passing by like that.” snap He snapped his fingers. He looked straight into my eyes. This is not about a boy who saved a damsel in distress. This is about a human being who reached out to another. This is about a person who made too many mistakes. Who just realized all their mistakes. Who reached out expecting door after door to close. Who instead got forgiveness and passion. “You can’t… you can’t stay there anymore. You have to get out and live for yourself now. They’ve used