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Everyone has a drug, and sadly you are mine. But whenever we talk, I feel like a waste of your time. Maybe I'm not worthy, but you sure are addicting. Because after a while, even joy turns to sickness.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Addictive
Everyone has a drug, and sadly you are mine. But whenever we talk, I feel like a waste of your time. Maybe I'm not worthy, but you sure are addicting. Because after a while, even joy turns to sickness.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
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