Your words cut deep like razor blades,
At 3am in the dark despair,
I tried to quit,
But you're so addicting,
Even though you left,
I'm still chasing after you,
And there's bags under my eyes,
And my veins are soaked with booze,
I still can't sleep at all,
So your sense never leaves me ever again...
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Dark Poems/Thoughts
PoetryA book about poems and thoughts we all have and can feel and relate too.
