Narcotic
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He was like my drug. The only thing that kept me sane. Even tho he himself was insane. He was made entirely of flaws. Covered top to bottom in scars. He was bad. But we felt so good.
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I never imagined I'd be lying here, in this cold hard bed, waiting to die with so many regrets. I'm so selfish; I did this to help him, not me, and yet here I am wishing I could take it all back. Wishing that, just for a moment, I could be happy again. The kind of happy that he made me. He's the only one who can fix what's broken inside of me now...but there's just not enough time.

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