My rival addictions....
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Ongoing21m
Last published Sat, Sep 21, 2019
I'm not sure why, but I'm captivated, captivated by that smile, but I know it's going to be the death of me... he's my own personal brand of heroine, an no rehab will fix this addiction...
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