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May 2015
I'm ******* addicted to him. My hands are shaking, my head hurts like hell, I'm sweating, I can't stop thinking of him, I need him. I need his kiss. I can't get addicted to anything else anymore. I tried getting in to drugs, it didn't make me happy or make me forget his lingering touch or his seductive voice, I tried drinking my problems away But I didn't even get the slightest bit of drunk from my moms strongest ***, he is consuming all my addictions, I can't get addicted to anything because he is all I need to be addicted too and soon enough, this addiction is gonna **** me.
Kyra Wilder
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Kyra Wilder
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