We live in a world where the use of speed, aka crystal meth, continues to take over the lives of many.
In a room full of faces I see a cloud that intoxicates every soul.
They smile and laugh and they talk for an eternity, but do they really know what they are saying?
The sweat of everyone heats up the entire room.
Time passes and everyone looks pale.
Faces have aged and depression creeps in.
Will they remember the feeling they had today when they sleep tomorrow?
Will their hearts survive another night of this?
How many will sleepless nights can they withstand before they find themselves sleeping forever?
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