You can try and put it to the back of your mind...but soon you know that you'll be once again looking for a vein to find.
...to poke...to stab...to jab away at over and over.
Yeah it will be just another place on yourself to try and cover....up,up,up and away....
Is where you try to be/to get because down,down,down...depression is not where you wanna forever stay.
You grip the spoon tighter...even if it is fucking up the lighter.
Your turn up the heat.
You will until it's cooked just right.
It's just a lighter after all....
After all....it is why you Baught the thing
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A sad and lonely existence that usually only ends up one way. Yet, no one started this way, so still hope.
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