I never wanted to use her. I never wanted to use her to fill my empty parts. I never wanted to use her to fill my sadness. I never ever wanted to use her in any way. I feel like to this point I've used her up. Like a drug. It's a thing I can't explain. I've always felt in extremes. It's like there is this electricity in my bloodstream and it makes me want to scream. I feel like everything is changing an my mind is all over the place. I still have her but my mind is so empty and I can't explain.
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Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
