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Poison

Poison in my drink.

Its sinks and sinks .
Down my blood .

God. Oh god.

I feel so weak.

And still i cant stop breathing the same air as they did.

I drink . And drink such a powerful negative Energy.

It hurts and i cough of the pain they gave me

, spliting blood , cryng begging for forgivness and sitting on my Tremblay knees on the floor.

Praying

for my poor little soul.

I feel pathetic i think I might cry.

The way I trusted them they would sip poison in my mouth.

Still trough my beg to hold on to stop when I am close to end myself.

Poisoning myself with lies closed eyes.

Cry cry.

It might end when U finally find happyness.