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Mark, we're here for you. We love you and worry about you. Just please, get off the siege. There are rehab centers all across the country and you can check yourself in at any time. We miss the old mark and want him back so badly. We love you Mark, and we miss our friend.

When I met Mark, he was a beautiful young ginger man with a promising future. His job in technical engineering had him poised to make 200k a year after a few promotions and his family loved him. Mark was always the life of the party in a good way. But over the last few years he's had struggles. A group of his shadier friends got him into a drug called siege. It started as a normal thing, like beating your ♥♥♥♥ a few days a week, or sheshing every friday. Now? It's like Mark lives for siege. Crawling out of dumpsters too look for r6 credits, leaving social gatherings to bottom frag. I rarely see him, when I do he's twitching and looking around waiting for an op to quick peek him, or staring at the floor when he comes into my house to look for frost traps. One time he saw my daughter, who recently died her hair coming down our stairs to greet him and he screamed "ELA WHITE STAIRS FALL BACK FALL BACK." That was the last time I let that weirdo in my house.