Janice Angell

The Killer Within






I was 13 when you were offered to me I turned you down and was called a sissy. Well I'd show them that I could be just as cool as anybody. At first it was awful puffing you down. Hacking and coughing I could hear their laughter all around. But then your little body tasted so good I couldn't put you down knowing I should. Now an old Lady no longer thinking I'm cool just feeling like an addicted ol fool You killed my Mother I hate you so. But it is just so hard to let you go.

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