Its Hard.
Me2.0
Sight

Without YouMemories of you, taste like sugar. A reminder of my addiction of nights spent in parks and on the road-side, skies full of Gods, comfortable awkward silences. Now its just unwritten post-it notes stuck in the head of another, fool.Without You
Nights spent embracing this mountain of artifice, staring at tarnished beads of radiance. Faded into feelings of when they gleaned by your side, The hot wax dripping into a cupped hand, as I lay sprawled in my bath motionless. It feels how I ought to feel, hot, fluid, sensual.
We can no longer be friends. w
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reality is for people who cant handle drugs
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[Don't Type At Me Like That]
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