METH'S GRIP: INTO THE ABYSS

It starts slow, a murmur in your ear. This ain't junk, this is different. It's euphoria like you never felt. But that feeling? That fleeting high? It's a trap, a siren song leading you to a cliff. Another fix pushes you further. Your body, it craves the fire, twisting your mind and shattering your soul. Friends become strangers Dreams die Eyes