"My names Roxanne but you can call me Roxy." I said sitting in a circle of people. Some people were there for smoking, some for drinking, but I was there for shooting, not guns, but heroine and other sweet escape routes from this place called reality. "I'm supposed to go to these meetings and in return they wont send me to rehab again. My main hobby besides shooting is probably writing. I could write poetry all day long, if I really wanted to. I wouldn't say I was a genius, especially not now, but I used to be, I was really smart too. Everything's changed since my first time I tried… well… you know. If I wanted to stop I could but that day, but that day wont be any day soon. I am the girl who is supposedly addicted."
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