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i + h a t e + y o uHe got too drunk to talk, so I whispered myself to sleep.i + h a t e + y o u
I longed for the days when he’d crown me the fake plastic princess.
He has a psychological need for a substance, is what the counsellor said.
I remember having to hide the chemicals; removing stains from his throat seemed to be the new goal.
The germs got to live in the sink for a few more weeks.
I used to think I needed a break, but now I am all alone.
He forgets my existence...
He forgets my existence.
by ~redcarpetbruises
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- Current Residence: ohio
- Interests: art and music
- Favourite movie: snatch/boondocksaints/resident evil 1&2/Friday1&2all of the rocky movies/ rocky horror
- Favourite band or musician: AX7 or slipknot/oakenfold/DMX/johnny cash
- Favourite genre of music: all no bias here
- Favourite poet or writer: shell silverstein
- Favourite style of art: oil paints
- Operating System: XP (blows)
- Skin of choice: any i can touch ;)
- Favourite game: gta san andreas
- Favourite gaming platform: ps 2
- Favourite cartoon character: meatwad, mastershake or frylock
- Personal Quote: its not the size of the dog in the fight its the size of the fight in the dog
- Tools of the Trade: pen and ink with paper
- Email: dadowni@hotmail.com
- MSN: yep feel free every one
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