The Ashes of My Past
Feeling the wind of my transgressions blowing in my face like the cool night air. I cut into the bittersweet memory of my past, finding a hollow satisfaction. For Knowing that my own choices will come with the cutting feeling of an addiction. While searching for the next pleasure the scent of my past seduces me.
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