A Tangled Web
Monday, July 11, 2011
There was a used syringe in my hand.
I woke up, and there was a used syringe in my hand.
I was holding it. In my sleep. Why do I have a used syringe?
What. The. Fuck?
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July 11, 2011 at 4:47 PM
Look for punctures in your skin. Just some friendly advice.
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