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Jul 2018
Every time,
A little piece of  this,
A little piece of that,
get's closer to ****** me,
to take over my mind.
Every time,
I believe in this drug,
that walks straigt to my mind,
To fill me up with poison.
You twist me,
Shake me,
Break me.
Until the end comes near,
And all these happy tears,
slightly dissappear.
They won't change my life,
I'm happier living without this fire.
I'm happier not wasting my time on non-existent love. Every time someone comes closer, I get hyped up, excited. But there's always something about that, that takes over my whole life in a bad way. I want to get rid of everything that tries to take over my mind.
Written by
TG  23/F/Netherlands
(23/F/Netherlands)   
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