shaking uncontrollably, teeth clenching my jaw hurts. its withdrawals, baby withdrawals from you.
my skin burns, and not just from the fire i stepped into when i got with you.
my skin itches, and not just for your touch.
these withdrawals will kill me, if you don't first.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
