Fenty Splurge, Part II

If nobody else will hold me, if nobody else will love me, then fentanyl will be my friend. My beautiful fentanyl.

I never should have left. There is nothing I need more; nothing I crave more; nothing that is me more.

Everyone loves me on fentanyl. Even my parents remark how much healthier and happier I seem on it. Or at least, this is what they have said lately.

Feel so good.

Thank you fenty, Tom loves you boo.

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