Your thoughts never escape me,
No matter where I hide.
Asleep or awake, I only see,
You standing by my side.
You're more addictive than any drug,
I can smell, taste and inject you too.
I'm ready to become a penniless thug,
Just to get a high from absorbing you.
Hate me, ask me why I did it,
And you will get no reply.
Just take me and get a hit,
I'm going to make you high.
My little innocence, come back to me,
I need you very desperately.
It will all be okay don't worry,
We're made for living together happily....
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
Monday, June 1
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Letter to RAD - Take 3
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
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the dark parts - i tried to hide them, then treat them but in the end, i realized i’d have to live with them
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you’re not your cv or your waistline you’re not your parents or your sun sign you’re not your promotions or the money you make you’re just t...
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the bridge is broke between your hope and my reality the last hour spent on my lament yet you show no mercy
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