You were toxic to me for the longest time and I had trouble letting go of the familiar burn in the back of my throat from your name. Three years later your name still tastes like acid but I've managed to spit you out and rid the burn with the water I poured for myself because I finally realized I didn't need the burn of vodka to escape your lies, I needed to stand on my own two feet and brush the dirt off my scraped knees.
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xoxoBell
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Corrupted Thoughts
Poetrycor·rupt kəˈrəpt/ verb 1. cause to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain. cause to become morally depraved 2. change or debase by making errors or unintentional alterations. cause errors to appear in
