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   ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴅʀᴜɢs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏғ sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ         ʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs

    𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

      𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

                      𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜.

                          •ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕞𝕖•

  𝙸 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 "𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢". 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

   𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝙿𝚢𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎.

    𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍.𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗.

                      𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

   "𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝" 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍.𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝?

              𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

   𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘

𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

          𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 "𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜" 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

                     𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

  𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔.

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