I’m the vertical scars inside your arms.
I am the track marks left by Methamphetamines’ dream
I’d like to be the reason for the tying of your noose….
I’ll even be your suicide note….
Sleepless nights and sporadic moving…
Dear crystal you’re the whore from hell! I love you!
I’m even the track marks you care not to hide
Avoid the point of being ate up….
And beyond inedible!
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