His name was Omar. He made me feel better than any drug could ever make me feel and 90's R&B, and thats saying a lot. It all started back when we were in the ninth grade...
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Ever since I met him, he had become my whole life. I had no purpose before him. Now my purpose was him. And I hated that I loved it.
I hated that he didn't feel the same.
Or did he?
WARNINGS: drugs, strong language, adult content