Shot.

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Your effect on me was like drinking, one shot and I was hooked, begging for more, feeling you run through me and cloud my judgment, I got drunk on the way you loved me.

The more I took you, the needier I grew, I craved you, it was a problem of mine. You were my addiction.

But the more I let you take over me, the worse I got, you played my heart like it was a piano, clicking away the keys of my sanity and leaving me a mess the day after.

I still love you, though.

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