-Chow.


No Med's for Thisthe brevity of our conversation ails me so your biting words impale me slow this death, this pain that never eases the lesser known of the heart's diseases the simplicity of the tears that fall leaves me quiesscent in eternal awe. your poison slithers down my throat acidic, corrosive, it's power it gloats. your touch rivets me but not like before it's purpose now is only to settle the score. this hollow warmth you feign only deepens my sorrow and echoes my pain. i yearn for the bona fide devotion you once gave. but all you can offer is my one lonely grave. i'mNo Med's for This
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