If you were a drug, you'd have been my sugar: everywhere, hidden; like a house of mirrors, I saw you running between dimensions, surrounding me from afar. So close yet too far to touch.
If she were a drug, she'd be my Mary Jane: soothing, comforting, silently embracing my troubled mind and heart in gentle hands. Loving, as if I were her only treasured possession.
But in that sense, my love for her will burn and consume me until I am nothing but ash being stolen by a breeze.
In that sense, my addiction to you would've held me captive until I could no longer find strength to live and free myself from your escape.
At the end of both roads, death waits for me with an amused smile.
We both know my time is fast approaching, one day I'll stop flirting for fun and fully commit myself to Death, finally falling in love with the only eternal lover I'll ever have.
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𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫.
—𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧
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