Give Me More.A Poem by Renea QuailI feel like I'm floating. I can feel every beat, Every tingly touch. It's a rush. Perfect and deadly. Why can't everyday hurt this good? The drugs are like a cobra; Silent and poisonous. The music seems like it's only buzzing, The blankets flood my body with a warm glow. I'm desperate for this feeling.. This perfect thing. What's wrong with me? I don't care. I just need more. © 2013 Renea QuailReviews
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Added on August 19, 2013Last Updated on August 19, 2013 Tags: Drugs, Personal, Reflection Author
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