Love is a drug. That sounds stupid and cliche but it's true. I'm addicted and I do anything to get my fingers on it but it always ends up hurting me. If I don't have it I constantly yearn for it, as if it was physically ripped from my arms. If I get a taste for it I'll throw myself into the pits of fire before being left on the ground to burn alone. Each time getting burned, each time wanting it so much more than before. So yeah, my addiction is love. What's yours?
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Foreigner of Reality
Teen FictionForeigner of Reality is a book of short stories and poetry created and loved by yours truly. This is written for those who are searching for themselves through love, loss, and healing. For those who have been hurt and have the scars to prove they're...
