Stale

25 Nov 2017

ladybird
I lie here inthis dungeon I call home
I don't know how I got here the stench of stale ciggarettes and swet would drive most people away
Yet I lye hear night after night just glad to not be in the cold streets my body aches I wake up cold and aching from the two inch foam i call my bedliving has become a chore i no longer even leave my dungeon for i have given away my social life for a needle and a dungeon i want to beangy any blame anyone but myself yet i know im the one who locked myself away scared of stigma and rejection i used to think look at that junkie how pathetic but if ti only knew how they ended up there i wouldvvd have showed empathy now im one of the pathetic people that society looks down on and so i hide from the the streets the cars and the people who were like methers no need for me to see the judgement on their faces all i need is a mirror

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ladybird

Chubby, sexy, and very opinion5ated. Can take creative criticism, but make fun of me or be rude and nasty and that is where the pen becomes mightier than the sword, because I will slice you into bits and pieces metaphorical of course. I also have a...

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