Toxic
I know you are poison,
I know what happens when I drink you up again
But I don't want salvation
Come for me, death
I'd gladly intoxicate myself in your false love again
Photo by Tommy Tong
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Twenty, with the mind of a grandma and the stature of a twelve-year-old. College senior. Content editor and freelance blog writer. Send me your thoughts at dom.clarabal@gmail.com.
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