In the beginning, cocaine made me beautiful. I was sexy, unstoppable, desirable to everyone. When I was high on cocaine and alcohol, I could float through a crowd of people like a goddess riding a chemical wave. No one could resist me. I sparkled. But then, of course, heaven turned to hell. I prostituted myself to feed my addictions. Until my mind and body couldn’t take it anymore. I found a way out.
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