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Jan 2015
2:43 AM
I crave your touch against my fingertips
I am having withdraws because of how nice your love was.
The daily clichè was an addiction
I looked forward to it like an addict looks forward to their "high"
I was high from your love daily
and now im using drugs to replace it.
you
you are the reason I'm up at such an odd hour
and I hate you for it. -H.M.M.
I don't actually fo drugs
Heidi Mason
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Heidi Mason  21/F
(21/F)   
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   Josh Allen and unknown
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