molly gets addicted, and needs ur anthem to justify it...

[i.p.freely]

something i began to encompass throughout the throws of addiction withdrawal...
i can''t finish this one...the pain...is too much.
if u guys wanna add to it then please do it.
i wanna paint a painful, yet meaningful glimpse into the belly of the addiction monster...
help me guys, all i ask is that u copy what i have written, and continue from there...

[i.p.freely]

track marks climb her arm as if someone blew the whistle for some sorted race. she has only one window that brings her solace to look through, and even that has broken long ago. through it's cracked distortion of what all the passerby's need to be real; she watches them as their distorted frames wobble toward whatever box that keeps them safe.


she knows that whatever they cling to will one day crumple just as her solidified palace did for her long ago...