Thursday, December 26, 2013

I have no control; the pressure building underneath my skin is the forewarning of hysteria.
I tore my skin in an agonizing panic of helplessness.
I feel disgusting, overwhelmed by my own depraved behavior. 
A sour candy to drool over.
Chew me up and spit me out.
"Yummy"



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