I crave the thrill, the highs the lows
There is something sick in me... I am truely sick.
Beautifully sick.
The rainbow words stream down my page like technicolored raindrops...
dropping.
.
.
.
Ever so slowly- my sick twisted realities haunt me, and I embrace them like the sweetest nightmare of a fairtytale in my dreams.
Soon I shall escape reality for a mere blink of an eye- I will forget for just one week
the poison is calling my name from afar
yet the warm sand and gentle sun will scorch my heart
into firey flames of forgetfulness....
but only for one week.
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