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Apr 2015
They run my life
they make it all better
they're my bestfriend,
lover, teacher, mother.
I wish I could escape
but I'm addicted.
An addiction to cope
with the one lost.
As soon as you left me
I wasn't sure what to do
I was addicted,
addicted to you.
They help me with
a bit of the pain.
But when you left
you took a part of me away.
Written by
the-devil-is-real  U.S.A
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