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A day in the life of … an addict I was Awake. It was already there, that feeling, that craving. I rose from my dirty stained
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A day in the life of ... an addict I was Awake. It was already there, that feeling, that craving. I rose from my dirty stained cream sofa and stared at my reflection in the smeered mirror. I studied the bags under my eyes, I looked a state. I had once been the 'popular kid' as some would say. I wasn't anything anymore. Without it, I was cold, alone just a person on my own and nothing meant a thing to me, just as I meant nothing to everyone. It had become my God, my best friend, my family, my career. It was the reason I had dropped out of college, the effect it had on me was so invigorating, I needed to stick a syringe in my arm numerous times throughout the day just to function properly. Kate had tried to kick her habit, but like most addicts it was...
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