You are the disease

by b r i d g e t   May 15, 2009


Dont touch me

dont even look

take your drink

and your hand off my shoulder

and walk

walk the f**ck away

i dont need your recycled phrases

i dont need the smell of you

near me.
on me...
around me.
ill scratch you out an itch that wont leave.
your the dirt under my nails
you are the f**cking disease

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