Believe in something greater than yourself. But brace yourself baby, things will get crazy.
Posted on November 28, 2011 with Notes x reblog this
POETS EACH HAVE A STORY, THATS EXPRESSED VERBALLY.
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I learned, by bitter experience, to hold my tongue; I learned to sit in silence, and even smile, when actually I was foaming at the mouth. I learned to shake hands and say how do you do to all these innocent-looking friends who were only waiting for me to sit down in order to suck my blood.
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Addiction
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Shoot me up,
wired me down,
eyes wide,
mouth open,
brain paralyzed,
circuits fried,
sensors numb.
Here it comes again,
my lovely addiction,
the adrenaline high.
Don’t hold my heart in your hand, fists ball up for the slightest of things.
Posted on November 27, 2011 with Notes x reblog this
