They say an addiction is an addiction, no matter what it is. They also say that it's hard to start but even harder to quit. They lie. It's easy to start, but impossible to quit. Especially if that addiction is a breathing, living thing.
My addiction is like that. It's lips taste like nicotine. It's touch sends alcohol-fused fire down my veins. It's breath smells like pure and unadulterated joy, uncontaminated by any other scent. And I just can't stop myself from reaching a little deeper, a little further each time. I can't stop my body begging for more every time I come any closer.
I'm addicted to you, and I just can't quit.
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Journal Entries
Short StoryThoughts and ramblings from my journal that I occasionally seem worthy enough to share with you lovely people
