addiction
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Last published Sat, Feb 10, 2024
I'm addicted to you.
How people are addicted to drugs and alcohol I am addicted to you.
The way you say things to me, the way you make me feel, and the way you make me want more.
We are on and off and I never know when this will end.
You are like a bad habit that i will never get over.
There are days when I want nothing to do with you, but when you are gone I miss you.
Why do you do this to me? I try and try to runaway, but I can't.
You are all that I want, but do you want or need me?
Am I the drug you seek?
Am I the satisfaction you want?
Or am I just here.
There are some addictions that need help, but please don't let it be this.
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