Drowning myself in prescribed medication to rid myself of this loved love sickness.
The inner affliction that targets and attaches to you like adhesive needs dilution.
I require a solution to my methodical madness and periodical sadness of withdrawal from your absence.
Take me to the hospital. Split me down the middle and remove my emotions so you can know how it feels to cry an ocean after someone who infected you says "I don't love you"
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
Drowning myself in prescribed medication to rid myself of this loved love sickness.
The inner affliction that targets and attaches to you like adhesive needs dilution.
I require a solution to my methodical madness and periodical sadness of withdrawal from your absence.
Take me to the hospital. Split me down the middle and remove my emotions so you can know how it feels to cry an ocean after someone who infected you says "I don't love you"
-Alphonso.
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