Die.
You hear it turned the other way,
the very thought,
Makes your skin bleed,
but you, had me.
And now, you haunt me.
But this fate,
Has linked around.
I knew something was just not right,
you, and me,
that was so difficult,
and now, it's what I need
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
