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Dec 2017
You give me the lonesome
jagged sting in my chest
That acts as my sanctuary
But now!
I fear it's the only thing I know anymore.

My new addiction.

My new vice.

The painful comfort I feel which gives so much satisfaction
Is the only control I have over my mind.
Seems as so I can't find what I'm looking for.

What The **** Am I Looking For?!
Im still working on it. just wanted to hear some feedback
Badfish
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Badfish  23/F/Oklahoma
(23/F/Oklahoma)   
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   Carina
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