http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShiroKokoro The original writings of author Demi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776087501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 WARNING: Contains adult content. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiroKokoro/1091225/ Two: Drug of Choice"'What is your, drug of choice? Pick, your poison and enjoy.'" I find myself singing quietly to 10 Years, the smoke of a burning end of a Camel Menthol tickling up my frame. Jo sits beside me, keeping an eye on how observant I was being. Which was not unusual, but it was reason .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiroKokoro/1091223/ ONE: POISON AND JOI KICK AT THE SNOW, my boots covering in white flakes. Nearly two months have passed since I broke up with Eliza. Though her soft skin, chestnut colored wavy locks, and those immersing green eyes haunt me every night, I find myself still breathing even when she is not around. 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