With that bottle of vodka on my lips it reminded me of you.
I drunk your bitter soul. That burnt my throat on the way down. But this burn was something I craved.
So I drunk your bad bits again
And again
STAI LEGGENDO
Out Of Your Veins.
Random(THIRD BOOK OF THREE- First book Into your veins and second book is Through your veins.) I tell myself that suicide will fix it, because I know that I'm not strong enough to do this, yet other times I tell myself I really am strong enough to do thi...
