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Dec 2015
Everyone has an addiction
For some it's drugs
For others it's stealing
For me it was the past
I'm addicted to my past
Chasing fleeting memories
Trying to relive them
Catching glimpses of what used to be
I'm afraid of moving forward
I don't ever want to forget what it felt like to be alive
Tab
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Tab  NY
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