•Nicotine•Angel•

My love is a f*cking drag, cuz I'm worse than nicotine.

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My existence is nothing more than a teardrop in the vastest ocean, leaving but a small ripple upon the surface before fading away; having few moments of greatness that melt into something insignificant. Because even that blossoming ripple only spreads so far before losing importance in the tide

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Its an addiction, sometimes you don't even know why but the need hits you like a tonne of bricks and you get the overwhelming urge to. It starts to hurt before you've even put the blade to your skin, your fingers tingle with anticipation and it all seems to call you name in a desperate whisper. And the only way to silence the voice, the need, is to drown it in a river of crimson. 

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I'm not mentally ill. I'm the gingerbread man.

•Nicotine•Angel•