Treasure Island

cece rodriguez


sick


pills dont solve every single crisis neither does drugs or alcohol in her mind was dark with random men at a young age coping with something that would stick to you like super glue that never comes off, a mind on toxins that keeps spinning that like a ride that never slows down just goes faster and faster..... then you die. god doesnt have anything to do with it but you scream his name.... the sick are gone... now you

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 01, 2014

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