Mar 10, 2006 22:39
Gonna quit you like cigarettes.
want you out of my system,
don't need this addiction. I want
YOU OUT!
outta my clothes,
off from my skin,
stripped from my bed. GONE
You're making me sick, my
mind is a mess,
I can't stand these damn cravings.
It just has to end.
oh wait, it just did!
Pure air here i cum!
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