It starts like an obsession.
In the beginning it wasn't much, just a few small dates. I didn't think anything of it at first, how was I to know that this is where I'd be.
Now, it's like I can't stop, and I need more.
I crave it, like it's a part of me that desperately needs him. As if I can't breathe without him.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
