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Full pack of cigs drawn, blacker than rigs, gone, night dripping on my lawn. Johnny Walker's been my stalker since I ducked from foggy doctors that prescribe psychotic blockers even though I still feel bonkers. I asked for it though, this passion that grows every time I look down and see you texted my phone. Being alone is like a lesion that ropes, around a fetus’ throat, who probably would be a genius if it wasn’t for hope. So I'm an asshole today, with gray-colored lies that strike you sideways. I'm a scoundrel by night with raging red eyes that fights my mind's play. You're like ping-pong Atari without any sound, washed down with Bacardi and powdered light brown. You’re decaffeinated coffee handcuffed by the grounds with a shot of wasabi as I puke in my mouth.

Emptying another sorry is not gonna help

This was dope welcome back bodey long time no see

I read this aloud and it sounded really good. I think I understand the topic. Is it about you hating yourself for loving someone who burns you? and you are done with the addiction of it?

Thanks guys. Yeah it’s been a long time.

And yes, I went through a shitfuck breakup 6 months ago and we kept taking turns relapsing, it was so toxic lol. I’ve been good since getting over the depressing hump. Missed you guys .

W/B love. Syllable game stepped up a few notches. Enjoyed

Are you that girl I used to know from eons ago? Just curious...either way, dope shit.

Yes Exis, I’ve risen . Good to be back guys