Drunk bodies were all around me. Some near trash cans, others passed out on the ground.

I came here to forget something. I came here out of fear.

I couldn't even remember a thing.

That was the best part.

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Author's Note

This is the last short chapter. Ok? Ok.

Again. DRUGS ARE BAD!

I luv ya all, don't be killing yourselves with that stuff.

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