August 1, 2010
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You offered me heroin.
And it was supposed to take away the pain.
You offered me adrenaline
in times when I wanted to run away.

Save my life?
"No," you'd say.
You're too good for me

I'm sick right now.
Puking out my thoughts.
They come out my eyes
as tear drops.

Now I guess I'm going.
Don't even bother to follow.
You're horrid.
You...you are hollow.

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