I can't control myself I'm addicted to the tar that's on your lips, you're bad for my health. You should hurt somebody else. Yet you got me wrapped around your finger, I hope you stay near and dear to me for the rest of my life I love how you make me able to feel be it, negative or positive. I feel something, finally I'm not numb to the world around me.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
