Another Gear Uncaught

Dec 31, 2003 00:34

I try to clear my mind I try to ignore all the ways that this reminds me of the last time.
A handfull of pills or so, is all that it takes I know. If you pour me a glass of rum, I'll crush this cigarette out before I'm done. Bright lights choke me, and who are you to make me bleed? I'm fragmenting apart I hate the way that you stare through me. I came to and caught my breath charcoal, on my lips the only memory left. I'm falling down from screams raging through my mind. Just promise me this'll be the last time.
-jessika
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