Some people crave to pills, alcohol, crack, cocacine, marijuana, or heroin.
But what I crave is something different. I crave her. I love every breath she takes, every word she speaks, everything she is. I would be hers, and she would be mine.
However, no matter how hard I reach, she always slips away, like the smoke from a joint.
I'm an addict, and there aren't any rehabs for me.
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Short Stories
NouvellesThese are basically just random plots I thought of and can't really make a story out of, so, who knows what will be in here.
