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Shiver. Beetles under my skin wear top hats in my fever dreams. They dance on pinprick goosebumps in the pale fabric of my shirtsleeves. Crawling. Aching. Never let it stop. I need it more than it needs me. Lock me up; Throw away the key. Gasping. ****** Never let it stop. One more drag. One more drop. Lock me up; Set me free.
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Withdrawal PT. 2
Shiver. Beetles under my skin wear top hats in my fever dreams. They dance on pinprick goosebumps in the pale fabric of my shirtsleeves. Crawling. Aching. Never let it stop. I need it more than it needs me. Lock me up; Throw away the key. Gasping. ****** Never let it stop. One more drag. One more drop. Lock me up; Set me free.
I've decided to write these every day until my skin feels like it fits again. **** this is awful.
ian-steele
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
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