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Dec 2018
I never really understood what it meant to be faded,

But at this moment it's all become clear

Drunk, High and *****.

Together make me fade in and out of clarity.

I want to run to you.

To feel you hands on my skin,

Your body on mine,

I want your sharp teeth biting my tender neck

Letting our passionate heat flourish.

I long for this. I try to run to you,

But my legs will barely let me walk.

I try pushing through it, but in a drunken fog I can barely see.

I'm stumbling, trying to find my way to you,

But I'm faded and I can't think straight.

I'm Drunk, High and *****

There's one thing that was always clear though;


– Faded // F.C.
The Bleak Poet
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The Bleak Poet  22/F/Canada
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