Nights like these are the most common for her. Her night absorbed in an embellished cloud of ecstasy. Ecstasy, coke, and other drugs are hidden in a cryptic line of sales and deals. Deals usually chastised, but tonight her autonomy tonight means the world. The world that revolves around the aberrated path of truth and lies. Lies so esoteric even she doesn’t understand it at times. Time for another fix. Another fix is all she needs to forget the depreciating and diminuating looks from the girls. Girls who are jealous of the cajoling whispers from the boys. Boys who facilitate every dogmatic action. Actions that alienate the hostility hidden between each person. People who anticipate a furtive glance from a compatible other to complete their night.
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