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a true addict's lullaby is written in blood and love
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My darling,
We sold our hearts on the open market, our profit: series of lies, false
desires abd shattered hopes. We knew the risks, knew the tribulation and yet we became love addicts. Who would have thought,
us two little girls would become this? Dying shells of innocence. Who would want us now? What would become of us now?
Where did it all go wrong? Where did we go wrong, my love. Where did it go wrong?
Spiders lacing a sticky web of secrets have choaked our vibrance, left
with only remants of joy and diaster. What are we suppose to do? For so long we danced with the Devil. He was the only
one who had wanted us. Now I say goodbye to you. I beg of you not to morn the days of us. I beg you to remember
the days when like the wind we blew free with no permenant direction. I must leave you, but I will not stay
long in this world we have created. We will forever have the memories when ignorance was bliss and innocence was just passing.
I love you and if I could I would be lying right beside you, stroking the sun lit hair. I leave you, my love.
I believe our last addiction will be our last...
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dedicated to the life and times of Teresa Kahl Smith and Jacqueline McKenzie
our lives meant nothing; we were sinners,whores, alcoholics, love addicts. some nights we were prositutes,
selling our hearts on the open market...we turned good girls into siners, bad boys into lovers, and ourselves from abused
little girls into broken women
©Solitia
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