We are sinners in this game for two.
I thought I maybe even loved you.
You think the smoke will cure the pain but ur wrong.
Just one more puff and it will all be gone,
No.
It's not true all the lies they have been feeding you like
Ice cream to a five year old.
All that shit they planted inside your head,
You will end up over thinking and you will wind up dead.
Because of all that stress and anxiety,
because of the pain and heartbreak.
All you need right now is a release, to take away the pain for a split second.
It doesn't even matter this time who it
Breaks.
Parise - December 10/2015
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You're In My Veins, You Fuck. -Poetry
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