Searching the Dragon: A Descent into Methamphetamine's Grip

It kicked off innocently enough. Just a tiny taste to calm the pain. But that first hit, it was a little like a dragon whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising escape. You crave more and more, chasing that high, the dragon's comfort. But the grip tightens, the whispers become demands. Your life collapses to a single point: getting the next

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