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Monster
I ran to a monster with
Heroin stained finger tips.
The world was too heavy,
So together we hid but forgot
How to live.
I thought I'd feel better
And for a while,
I did.
Heroin stained finger tips.
The world was too heavy,
So together we hid but forgot
How to live.
I thought I'd feel better
And for a while,
I did.
Published 30th Jun 2013
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3rd Jul 2013 10:06pm
Anonymous
14th Jul 2013 6:07pm
i can relate to the desperation in this piece, dark and despair are all encompossing.
