she's like an addiction
the needle still pulsing in my vein
the drug sifting though my blood
affecting what i think, how i think
when she's gone
it's a ghost
come back to haunt me
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this is me. every blog. my heartache. my hardships. i am young. so you may not find these deep. or you might just fall an break something old one. if you love short words about love. hate. opinions. this...this is my open book. this all was on my myspace.com/last_hope_dead
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