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Addiction[s]
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Last published Mon, Jul 9, 2018
Addictions, they make you feel amazing but cost you a ton of trouble.
That's what he was.
He was my high, but I wasn't his. I kept on telling myself it was just because I was in the business and he needed some fun.
The only problem was that when the going got tough on him he'd have too much fun. To an extent where he was calling me in the middle of the night telling me how he hated the shit out of his father or how much he loved me.
He didn't mean all those things though.
He couldn't hate his father because the man helped give life to him.
He didn't love me as much as I needed him to.
But I didn't notice that. I didn't realize how much was too much of his bullshit until it was too far off. He shattered me into bits by a stupid mistake of his because of his addiction.
And that's what he was to me.
Just an Addiction.
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