The Glock Holds My Heart Aflame: Love and Drugs

He held tight that silver weapon, a cold comfort in this warped world. Love pulsed through him, a drug all its own, but it was the hard stuff that really sent him into another dimension. A world where beauty danced in his head and pain fainted away. They'd do anything for that next hit. Anything to feel alive But love was the only thing tha

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