It's been so long since I've had a taste of that wonderful drink. I miss how your flesh parted and those droplets fell on my tongue. Just a few drops, and I was full. Filled with the most wonderful taste there was.
Yet I am overflowing I can't handle it. I walk through a room and I need to run out almost sparking as I do overflowing with what I've leeched off those around me. To much going through me, my chylde scattered to the wind. My pack gone that needed and kept the flow at a reasonable level.
Hopefully here I can walk once more among those that understand and carefully leave what I need taken to those that can use it and handle the emptiness better.
COMMENTS
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ThedarkprinceVvvvV
04:10 Jun 19 2012
very interesting, going through withdrawl is defintely not something that is easy to deal with.