My heart thuds so hard in my chest, I swear it's going to punch a hole through it. I can't see straight. My palms are sweaty.
I'm not ready for this.... I mean, I'm the doctor. I patch the dealers up when they come back from a bad buy. I take out the bullets and stitch the wounds closed. I can deal with that.
But here, in some back alley, dealing the drugs.... I can't.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
