The SunA Poem by Sara
I never quite understood what everyone saw in it.
Why everyone was so desperate, frantic, pathetic... It turns you into an addict. It can put an ozone hole inside you, scar you for life, blind you, melt away your sanity. And the high would still be worth it. It's humanity's personal brand of heroin. I thought I was immune. Or that it didn't have as much of an impact on me. I enjoyed my ball of fire it was.. nice? It turned out my heroin wasn't actually heroin. Apparently no one would EVER use the word "nice" to describe it. But then I found the right dealer and chose the right star to be the center of my Solar system. I realised I was hooked when I was prepared to go to the other hemisphere just to see it. I love heroin © 2016 SaraReviews
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5 Reviews Added on June 29, 2016 Last Updated on June 29, 2016 AuthorSaraKoper, SloveniaAbout“There is no answer. It's okay. But even if it wasn't okay, what am I supposed to do?” -Raymond Carver more..Writing
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