Toper's MentalityA Story by MReeeally short prose poem
I let toxic slip through my lips and into my being. It burned through my chest and left me numb. I hated myself and clung to you for credence that I was alive. Such vile pleasure.
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Added on April 3, 2013 Last Updated on April 3, 2013 |

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