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She's a beautiful girl, But she has Secrets. Inhales the cancer into my lungs. I can literally feel my throat rotting away. I disguist myself. I hear my mother in the background grumbeling something about pills on the telephone. Oh how those damn pills consume me. Consume Consume Consume. It is a Sunny and lonely day, I lay my head onto the ground of my Patio, Staring at my Cats Eye. His eyes tell a story. He can't speak, But he can talk to me through his eyes. Amazing fucking cat. I search in my Mothers ashtray, Craving some Tobacco, Some niccotine. I know its bad for me. But I do not seem to care, I just seem to want. I finally find a half smoked ciggerate. I light it up with my matches. I do not like matches, They either do not work or they burn me. A light a match, It burns too fastly. I love my Mother. |