Burning slowly from your touch,
Softly writhing within so much.
Take me deep,
I am asleep.
Waking up everyday to your name,
Fuck it if you think it's a game.
Who gives a fuck, just kill me,
You're my life can't you fucking see!
You're oxygen, and I'm anemic,
Love me, heal me, I'm sick.
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
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