Author's note: Somewhat of a drug story.

Girl talking inthe story: Bold

Boy talking in the story: Italics

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The party would have

Been just fine, but it wasn’t

All because of you

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Smooth talker, liar

How much do you want?

I know who sells

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Twisting your soft hands

While you spoke the words to

kill

Syllables of death

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Shouldn’t have listened

Shouldn’t have asked to know

more

But I did, death wish

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I wanted to kiss

The person bringing my death

The person I hate

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It was dark, I was

Hungry, gullible, naive

Kiss the agony

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Something’s got to give

But I don’t know what it is

My fears cover me

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Breathing in the fire

Holding the world in my palm

You can’t just leave me

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Love makes you crazy

Now I have more to confess

Don’t bother, angel…

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What if they find out?

I won’t tell, you can trust me

Is your promise any good?

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Your poison is sweet

Your words are dripping honey

Suffocating me