Personal Drug

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It's like I can't get enough of her. She is just so intoxicating to me.. When I'm away from her,thoughts of her flood my mind. And when I'm around her,I can only focus on her. Everything else seems to fade. I always find myself admiring her,her herself,who she is.. I can't get her out of my system. No matter how hard I try. She is there,and won't leave. I love it. Maybe because she is my personal drug.. One that can't leave,because I will have to go through a horrid withdrawal. The pain,and the reality of that were to happen,is too much to even think of. Her happiness,her laughter,her smiles.. Will forever be my favorite of anyone's. I'll admit,she has become my drug and I can't get enough..

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