My craving is bad.
I almost slipped and lost it.
I was so mad,
that I had to get away from that house.
So I went outside to cool off,
and get my mind off of the argument,
so everytime I get mad,
My craving gets intensely worse.
I have not done "that" yet.
I was about to, but I thought,
"Harlea would kill me."
I don't wanna move.
I watch my temptations, for you harlea.
I will not try it unless I am insane,
because I know the consequences,
of acting so foolish. Com'ono Straast.
**You will not understand this poem unless harlea or her friend tells you about this. I will not say what I am talking about**
