Your life was short.
Tragic.
Upsetting.
Devestating.
You came in with a bang, you left with a bang.
Drugs were your battle, you succumbed.
Such beauty, such beauty.
Such intelligence.
So, artistic.
So, spontaneous.
Your final hour was proposed.
Thanks to the drugs.
The speed to take away the pain, the heroin to take away the comedown from the speed.
Cocktails.
Drugs.
Alcohol.
Depression.
Spiralling out of control.
Your final hour.
Last breath,
Devestating.
Such beauty.
Such torture.
So beautiful.
Breathless.
Sheek.
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