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Dark circles clung to his eyes as his breath grew raspy, his head hung limply between his legs. His body was spasming again, his veins bulging against the skin of his arms. It was wearing off, he could feel it fading, draining from his body. Twisting his hand into an almost clenched fist, he made a small green spark appear for a second before flickering out causing his hand to snap back in a violent jolt. He let out a low groan, almost in suprise that he could feel anything. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his so-called-salvation, vodka. After managing to grasp it with shakey hands, he pulled it towards his dry lips and smiled slightly as the liquid burnt down his tight throat. He exhaled as the pain slowly ebbed away again, flexing his free hand to check he could at least move it. Suddenly music began to bleed from his headphones, leaking into his almost deaf ears was the slow sting of Eminem - Going Through Changes. It was a cruel reminder of what he was trying so hard t