Thoughts of you occupy my mind like grey matter does my brain
You course through me like blood does my vein
Poison me like the devils nectar, intoxicating
Taking me on an ephemeral mental trip, falling over you
Visceral pleasure muddling emotions
Delirium, confusion teetering between my fantasy and our reality
Unsure, unsure, unsure, of what is, what was, what is going to be
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Misery loves company but right about now I would make terrible company...
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Today I have no idea what to post about, I actually did not intend to post today. There is never really a shortage of topics or inspiration ...
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