Obvious this would come out eventually-
To the Double Die,
May your luck run out.
Just keep listening to her, pouring poison in your veins till you turn purple and join them. You fell and prepare to fall hard. I'm going to break my habit. Not for you. To make myself a better person. Pull me in again and there is no turning back.
Just keep taking the pills he hands you and weakly smile from the other end. Keep pretending my love wants to meet or kill you. Paranoid as you are now. I will no longer try to help hold back some of that evil if you try to drown me. I will throw back your key and you can go back to the box in which you came from.
Dear Double Die,
May your luck change.
View User's Journal
Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
 |
