Chasing the Dragon: A Descent into Methamphetamine's Grip

It kicked off innocently enough. Just a brief taste to ease the pain. But that first hit, it was like a dragon whispering honeyed nothings in your ear, promising bliss. You desire more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's comfort. But the grip tightens, the whispers become pleas. Your life shrinks to a single point: getting the next fix. You'r

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