i use to smoke a lot,
espically after you left
and brought my soul with you
but nothing to the feeling of being high could earse the pain i was in,
because of you
hallucinating,
was scary
i'd see you,
but i couldn't feel you
my heart would just break,
and i wanted to erase whatever was left of me
i needed you more than anything
and
anyone
and i was thrown in the water tied up
how can you do that to someone you said you loved?
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
