She's a druxy girl and a drug.
I should have known better.
Now that I know better, why can't I stop?
Discombobulated and unhappy.
Searching for lagom, everything filipendulous.
Drowning in overwhelming lethologica, wistful for before.
Before I knew she was such a poisonous druxy.
Before I knew her.
Before I became too attached; too addicted.
Just...
Before.
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The Egoism Dilemma
PoetryThere's only so much one can take before one snaps and writes shitty poetry and almost-but-really-not deep thoughts. Xx
