written 3/19/18
(A/N: a month ago today poor child has no idea) :'(
i want to give up.
for all you say,
i'm starting to wonder
if you mean every word?
what am i doing running back
and slowly my head
is being consumed by black
and every time i see you
it's only worse.
because something will happen
and i will go home
and my brain will fall
into its hole,
and every time it is harder
to climb out.
something can be
as addictive as sugar,
but too much sugar
can be a poison.
Lauren 💛
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