PoisonA Poem by Amanda Gray
I thought you were my drug,
turns out you're just poison. But sometimes you can't help but miss what's bad for you maybe love it even. But there's only so much you can take before you overdose and even on your deathbed, you need just one more dose.
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Added on February 27, 2019 Last Updated on February 27, 2019 AuthorAmanda GrayAboutno one in particular. "Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." -Oscar Wilde more..Writing
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