It consumed me.
It was my sworn enemy, but my new best friend.
It was my dependency.
It was what created me, used me, and betrayed me.
But I always went back to it...
I always said I loved it, even if I hated it...
Yes, I loved my Monster.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
