Help;
‘Help me, I love you,’ he said and meant to every pretty face; the holes in his mind left constant chemical chaos. No inhibitions hit his brain: he chose to abstain from drugs completely, focusing on the breaths of strangers instead. He could sense the rapid pulses clash against rib then skin, but none took his words seriously.
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Chemical chaos always seems to be when the threads in the fabric of love unravel. Great descriptive images!
Chemical chaos can make for some real troubles.