Sydney La Roche Biography

Poverty. He wants me.
He infects me like HIV.
Like a cancer of the soul,
Of which I can't let go.
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Ingrained inside my coffee-stained soul,
Is a sweet vanilla-fudge toffee flavoured hole,
With a damsel in distress: A Disney Princess,
With a cigarette-smile, spouting sentiments I can't repress.
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Why can't keys and broken pens pierce the skin?
Why must I venture into the kitchen?
Is there nothing sharp underneath my bed,
So I can secretly shed my old hide?
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I appreciate this battle's lost.
Velvet violins dulcify despair.
Tabla's pound and pennies are tossed,
As angelic anguish adorns the air.
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Agony lasts an eternity.
It dims with time but never dies,
Like heiroglyphs adrift in time.
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