Love is a drug that is so slowly killing me like meth, leaving me starving, taking me over. I hate this deep, dark, temptation. I feel this emotion pulling me in the cracks. But she is worth dying every day.
I don't understand, she wants to cry but she wears a maskto hide but it is hopeless. She is at war with herself but she is loseing. It hurst to see something drag all this dead emotion around hopeing no one see but I see and she is not willing to let go.
She needs saving but she don't care anymore. I just her to fly away one soon even if it is form me.
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PoetryLove,a drug that is slowly killing me like meth, leaving me starving and sleepless. Taking me over,dragging me into the cracks. I hate the emotion I feel when I'm around her but yet, she still worth dying for. I still don't understand. She weres a...
