I’m crushing pills between rotted teeth,
gums bleeding from the stems of roses,
Countering the stench of self-infliction;
Puckered lips from lemon drops,
Its sour breath fogs the windows
as I ride along with impulsive behaviors;
I hopped this train to madness,
I will take the ride until I am discovered,
and thrown in the snow
atop this mountain I rolled myself into.
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Marysa Writes 
wrong kinda manic fo sho. good luck and bye bye
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I’m not sure if I should say thank you or not lol
I’m a little confused though, didn’t you use my contact form?
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i did. do what you instinct tells ya. this is a writing community and i am the manic bard pard.
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i see blue num nums ok
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huh?
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