When I returned to Bristol to visit my grandparents I had a meeting with some old friends, one of them had been taking some heroin and invited us to use some, he worked at a drugstore and had stolen many morphine shots saying they had the same effect. So I took them, and it was the bomb, I have no idea how much I injected myself, but the next morning was awfull, both of my arms were numb with many needle marks, and some dependence symptoms appeared in the next days. My friend and I realized what we were doing and commited to help each oher for recovery in the two months I was staying there. That must have been about two years ago, and we completely cleaned ourselves. We started dating in March, and he calls me 'miss morphine' or 'morphinelle' in private as a remember of what we have gone through.
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