Have you ever looked at the things, the people, and the places you love closely?
I bet more than half of the things you just named inside your head have hurt you before.
But that's just it.
You and I, and him, and "the one" are all just stuck inside the screwed up, messed up place we call a world.
Where people love drugs and alcohol and cigarettes even though they know how many have died because of those things. People will still love their ex boyfriends and girlfriends even though they hurt them.
Drugs especially, make those poor people believe there's nothing else for them in life. They become addicted and then that's the only thing they think about.
And the man I loved,
Loved knives like they were his drugs.
But that's okay too.
We all get addicted to something that takes the pain away.
What's my addiction?
"You" I told the lonely man who was surrounded in fans.
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How to get тнroυgн тнe darĸ- When there isn't any light.
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