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Just Give Me My Fucking Toys
I just want to feel the euphoria
I feel when I play with my dreams.
I twitch. Oh fuck, where is he? The
fucker is late. I need it. I begin to
sweat and I can slowly feel the
cramping begin. Fuck! I feel sick.
I was warned to stay away from
this shit. Wished I listend. Now I
hang onto every dosage, each
opium-tainted breath. Ooooh
here he is. He looks around,
hands me the bag. I give him
the wad of cash.
How 'bout a kiss?
No
He grabs me.
Why not?
Fuck off, I feel sick
Nausea sweeping through me. I
needed to get back, back where I
wouldn't be bothered. Back where I
could ease my pain.
I feel when I play with my dreams.
I twitch. Oh fuck, where is he? The
fucker is late. I need it. I begin to
sweat and I can slowly feel the
cramping begin. Fuck! I feel sick.
I was warned to stay away from
this shit. Wished I listend. Now I
hang onto every dosage, each
opium-tainted breath. Ooooh
here he is. He looks around,
hands me the bag. I give him
the wad of cash.
How 'bout a kiss?
No
He grabs me.
Why not?
Fuck off, I feel sick
Nausea sweeping through me. I
needed to get back, back where I
wouldn't be bothered. Back where I
could ease my pain.
Published 16th Dec 2013
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22nd Dec 2013 7:36pm
fucking hell girl\!
i would bleed for u to maintain some sense of eloquence, u could devestate any and every reader if u had that. read, rest and never forget this poem.
make it better, i know u can¬!
also dont die
x
i would bleed for u to maintain some sense of eloquence, u could devestate any and every reader if u had that. read, rest and never forget this poem.
make it better, i know u can¬!
also dont die
x
23rd Dec 2013 5:19am
