Smokes & Mayhem

The haze coils, a thick blanket of paranoia and desperation. Each puff brings a fleeting respite from the chaos, but the madness grows with each exhalation. The line between reason fades, leaving only the craving for that next hit to numb the growing turmoil within. It's a cruel cycle, fueled by den
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