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Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
I’ve’ forgotten how stones get tossed
After thrashing my mind around secluded ponds...
Fighting urges within my mind
aggressively fighting tears tween brownies...
I've grown seasoned
to the fact that...
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...
I feel it in my bones
as life trickles like...
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.