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Poison. The words flowing from your mouth, and with each dose I become more and more impaired. With each dose life slips from my once warm body. The thought of one more word drives me to bizarre extremes, extremes that are even too extreme for the most extreme Extremes! Congratulations. You've done it, you've broken me down so far, even I, don't know where I've gone off to. You won't find me on a milk carton, on the news, or any plastered up posters across town. In fact you won't find me at all. I've gone missing, yes. But I'm very much still here. Hanging onto every word.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
You have me still
Poison. The words flowing from your mouth, and with each dose I become more and more impaired. With each dose life slips from my once warm body. The thought of one more word drives me to bizarre extremes, extremes that are even too extreme for the most extreme Extremes! Congratulations. You've done it, you've broken me down so far, even I, don't know where I've gone off to. You won't find me on a milk carton, on the news, or any plastered up posters across town. In fact you won't find me at all. I've gone missing, yes. But I'm very much still here. Hanging onto every word.
AndyCWooldridge
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
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