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Anon Aug 2015
Temporary highs of your being
Take out reality
I'm forever tripping on the acid of your façade

I sober up
That is until you crawl back
Back into my head
And leach out all rational thoughts

I'm addicted to your high
And I'm ready to overdose
On your lies

m.h

— The End —