Addicted...
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You don't know yet,
but you became my cocaine,
my vodka shots,
my walk of shame,
my bloodied wrists,
the joint between my lips,
the kisses on my fingertips...
You became my Addiction.
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Just because it hurts doesn't mean it'll hurt forever. Just replace your addiction!
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