I've been sober of you for a month now...
I thought I was strong enough but your power is still greater. It's like you have invisible strings attached to my back... like a marionnete, you control me.
Somehow I know that you aren't losing sleep over me.
I've been sober for a month now... but not tonight. Tonight I succumbed.
And I hit cold, hard concrete.
About Me
- angela
- I never claim to be perfect nor does my shit smell like roses. As a matter of fact, the smell of my shit makes me throw up in my mouth a little. The only difference between everyone else and I is I don't douse my shit in perfume to mask the foul smell. Nevertheless, you might need to spray some clorox to disinfect your eyes after this. I'm just sayin.
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