illness.
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parislouise
parislouise A hurting soul who loves to write🕊
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depending on you.

illness.

Glistening eyes leaving pools of tears Anxiety ridden Listening ear hears Into cold ground you wish to be hidden

Heavy head leaves pounding pains Cunning paranoia Disgusting ache remains There is no law for this creature, no lawyer

Call

Call Me

Call Me Leech.

For I will latch onto you and suck your being dry I will continue to use you Because you are my life, this is no lie I depend on those around me, for everything, my own happiness too

Not one thing can save me Discard me in an ice cold ditch in an abandoned lot Lock me in a padded cell and throw away the key Trample on my broken body, please leave me to rot

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