You are a drug. You're heroine that's being injected into my veins. I can't get enough of you. I can't stop. I want you more and more as the day goes on. You're deadly. You could kill me at any given moment. But that doesn't stop me from taking as much of you as I can until I run out. Until my bank account is empty and my dealer has left me. I will not stop. Because you are that damn addictive.
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thoughts.
PoetryPoems, stories, honesty. Everything you want to say but you can't. Typed words that are hardly ever spoken aloud. Truth. The good, the bad and the ugly. Thoughts that are often trapped inside the mind for days, months, years. Kept locked away, never...
