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MDMAI can feel my synapses sending electric jolts to one another,MDMA
firing pistons, high powered machine guns. I can taste the chemicals, the composition of everything I put my tongue on; right down to the molecular level. My spit is acidic, peroxide flavored, and my head pulses to the insane back beat of a song no one but I can hear. Every light has an extra glow, an aura, a halo around it, and the night is ever so inviting. Being still is not an option in my book; this story was based on movement. My teeth, once again 32 bits of glass, crash against each other in harsh ocean
by £deviantWEAR
by ~yuki-the-vampire
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The things that I've done and the things that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.
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