The hot coal

Sat, 10/14/2017 - 12:27 -- Shakiya

Oh how my throat burns from the toxic that I would gladly spit back in your face.

To cope with the uneasiness, the though of becoming an alcoholic teased me.

I intended to leave without a trace.

How pitiful, you're still running away ?

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