The hardest part
Have you ever tried to kill yourself by holding your breath?
No one's ever died from a lack of sleep...
(I dare you not to try it)
The hardest part of forgetting is when you remember.
Double check yourself, and down it goes.
Get ready, hold on, and jump out of the plane!
Hear the rush, gasp for breath, and let those bells ring.
Jump on that train, follow those tracks.
It's too much (but ...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:43 pm
I was an addict
When you met me, I was an addict, and you were too.
We were addicts together.
We used each other, because that's what addicts do.
Our foundation was made of sex, drugs, and booze. No wonder it couldn't hold us.
When we ran together I was an addict, and you were too.
Each time I saw you was exciting, glamorous, taboo.
Never underestimate the value of a good running buddy.
When you told m...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:39 pm
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