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Substance and Love

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Image Credits: Pinterest Syringes and white powder lay strewn across the table, White lips, pale face of an angel, sprawled out on the floor. All she wants is to evade the realities of her world, All she needs is some love and support. All of seventeen, with experiences that transcend this lifetime, Every night, she sells love to the men striding in through that door. There’s no way out.  There’s no way to stop, The lustful hands that constrict her body. And when this vicious cycle of new faces seems to stop, She finds solace in all those substances that promise to numb the pain. With this she reaches a high she’s never been to before, Daffodils and the sunny sky right at her fingertips. But when this ecstasy ends, she’s back in the brothel that bought her. The love received, in the trade of flesh and substance. All it took was several sniffs, they knew they had her like a puppet on a string. The fight drained from her wasted body. Sometimes she wishes t...