Him
He takes a hit his eyes roll back He loves it but hates it he craves it he needs it. It controls him takes over him. He wraps it around his arm sticks it in and hes in his own world...He loves it hates it craves it needs it. It changes him he walks around with no care he doesn’t care what he does who he hurts weather he lives or dies. He lives and breaths it...He loves it,hates it,craves it needs it. It took control of him it took over him....
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