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Morphine. That is what I need to heal the pain you left me with. The pain that my body has come so accustomed to. You gave me a reason to live, but ripped it out from under my feet. I let you have so much control over me. My thoughts. My feeling. My future. How could I have been such a fool? When I hear your name, I don't smile anymore. I don't even feel anything anymore. I'm numb. You have ****** the life out of me. I'm not living, but I'm surviving. Surviving to make it to the day when you mean absolutely nothing to me anymore.
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Morphine.
Morphine. That is what I need to heal the pain you left me with. The pain that my body has come so accustomed to. You gave me a reason to live, but ripped it out from under my feet. I let you have so much control over me. My thoughts. My feeling. My future. How could I have been such a fool? When I hear your name, I don't smile anymore. I don't even feel anything anymore. I'm numb. You have ****** the life out of me. I'm not living, but I'm surviving. Surviving to make it to the day when you mean absolutely nothing to me anymore.
Wild-Youth
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
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