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[blurosesol]

Oh, these sicknesses we choose.
The vehicles of self detriment,
of self loathing, of self destruction.

Some easy to recognize by the outsider.
Yet justified by ourselves
as we orgasm with our addictive lover.

I trade one for the other,
my own smoke and mirrors.
My illusion of inner strength
as I leave one behind for another.

I left behind his abuse,
oh,

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[anonymous]

May I ask.....What the fuck is going on. Sorry if I startled you Blu, but this poem (though its perfectly written) scares me a bit. You better be ok is all I can say or someones getting an ass whoopin!!! Have a nice day :) Damit I cant remember my password so this will be anonomus<----Spell check pleese Frekin passwords.......