i am OTHER
Dear Eric,
Can I find balance between me and my box I call my family?
From being burned in loud music to the Asprin I breathed in like air.
To escape from reality, away from the people who believed in morality.
You told me you would love me forever, but I guess forever ended...or never began.
No more thoughts of you to crowd my empty mind.
Now on a new journey desperate to find
MYSELF.
The drug you loved so through and through
Has no feelings back for you.
Smoke is coming from my mouth,
Because the fire in my heart for you is out.
Alaina
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