To The Pain

To The Pain

The only thing that really hurts, and I mean, really really hurts are quiet acts of desperation. The… what I like to call static cling effect of it.
I see her in it. I see her so wrapped in his celophane she cant breathe. These are my tears for you, and your plasticity, your toxicity.

Please old friend, please find a way out. Give yourself the strength of legs that laboured for love, for life. And BREATHE.

I have 911 on speed dial, old friend. When you are ready, that’s where I will be. Please, old friend, come find me.

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