august 25, 2001 / two twelve am

mascara tears stain the floor beneith her hollow junkie eyes. one more fix she says, one more fix. promise me you'll come home she says, i promise you i'll come home. but one more fix i say, one more fix. i have my dreams she once said, i have my aspirations, i'll leave this world behind, i'll leave this world. this feeling leaves me feeling empty. no healing could ever make me healthy. no quarter lasts this long on a phone. no amount of love could kill her feeling alone.

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