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Apr 2020
I invite my demons back into my bed,
I let them taunt and torture me
As I kiss their lips and feed them, love.
I beg for them to blacken my eyes ****** my wrist,
And fill the void that rests within my soul.
Iā€™m addicted to the way the pain feels
And they're addicted to the ways my tears taste
Penny Laine
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