theres been a few things in my life i've been a slave to. i've had chemical handcuffs. chained to bottles and hammy down phone numbers. i've worked for ass hats. tons. people who didn't see me as anything more than a tucked in shirt, a mop and another person to fire. i've stolen. alot. mostly from people who love me the most.
as far back into my past as these things are buried and will remain there, the one thing that still whips me when i turn my back and shackles me up at night is whatever is inside of me. that brooding ballsy bloodsucker that feeds on my foundation and my smiles.
i dont know what your purpose is. i dont know how to get rid of you. i have a hunch im not supposed to. you feel like you're attached to more than i know about. maybe your my heart. maybe your an infection.
whatever you are, i'd like my life back. thank you.
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