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Kissheagley
I've tried ******* *** and various forms of ***** ***** fireball, jack, and Malibu. **** Xanax, speed and molly too. But My drug of choice was always you. You should come with a BOLD bright red warning label: WARNING MAY CAUSE WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS or, MAY BREAK YOUR HEART.   No drug ever put me through what you did, locked me inside my own head, made me feel insane... Your withdrawal symptoms are things I never thought I would have to endure but you come in the night and the dreams you leave keep me up for days in a way that vyvanse never could.   The photos on my walls, still yet to be removed demolish my very soul every morning that I Simply open my eyes. The saddest part is, If you would just talk to me, once more, I would  try to find a way to inject your words into me. Try to find a way to not feel so numb....or am I trying to feel more numb? Please make me feel like me again, My addiction.
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
Addiction
You must lock the door and check it twice more: 3's for me. Stop and check the windows too: 2's are for you. Keep in mind the monsters outside, lest we let them in; 4's are for ****** Turn the deadbolt until you hear it click, then do it again; 6 for ***** Before you get in, check under your bed. But before falling asleep don't forget, The real monsters are inside of your head.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Kings
Some days I'm ok... and some days i am not. Like waking up and seeing I got an F because somehow I forgot. I dreamed of you last night, just like each night before It's only been a week, but i'm broken at the core. I don't know how to explain, you left me, i'm in pain Some days I'm okay... but mostly I am not.
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
Some days
I really am sorry you see, I just feel like I'm drowning and I can't breathe. An empty library at 4 am Do you wanna know where my mind has been? Geography of Ancient Egypt and the Near East, my god I really hope he doesn't cheat. Does representation in video games matter? I don't think I've ever been sadder. You must pass your classes if you want to stay here, "You'll feel better after another beer" you see i don't think I'll make it out of this one, you see, I just, I really am sorry.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
I'm sorry for another sad poem
And with tears rolling down her blotchy red cheek, she lies down in the middle of the battlefield, now so weak – so tired of saving herself from the demons that haunt every fibre of her being, she decides that welcoming her demise would be most freeing.
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
She Lost The Battle
when you feel like Alice with no rabbit hole take a look in a looking glass and search for your soul. You could stare and stare with all your might, But at the end of the look There’s still no you in sight.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
You through the Looking Glass
When it's over Tell them I was the girl who cried everyday But also laughed as well. Tell them that I had learned when the birds sing the sweetest: at the break of day and just after it Rains. Tell them that just because someone seems like they're all put together, doesn't mean they are and sometimes the brightest lights come from the most dangerous stars. Tell them my biggest pet peeve was that my second toe was longer than my first, And often on the days you wake up with no hope, they just get worse. When it's over please tell them it wasn't all bad…. I just didn't have much help with the sad. But there wasn’t just bad, there was also the good. Seasoned food, and Starry skys Moonlight night walks A boy with blue eyes. When it’s over tell them I wasn’t sad like they saw, and by the end of it, I had given my all.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
When it's over
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
Banyan tree
I write when my chest gets tight and it feels like I can’t breathe And for (what feels like eternity) everything I’ve worked so hard to keep secret comes crashing. down. Imagine being in a wave pool, going deeper than you knew you should and getting knocked under, and considering the possibility maybe that you might not come back up for air; now imagine that feeling everytime you open your eyes. Poetry about happiness? I’m sorry, I can’t help you there.
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Poetry
1 2 3 4 5 I count things in 5’s one cat two cat three cat hula hoop tote bag My notes are organized Cornell style but it can’t fill the void you left. Light switch one slipper two slippers lotion candle I’ve got my life organized down to the the minutes but you aren’t in any of them. Long distance. We’ll see.
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
5's