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Dec 2011
I am not in love,
but I love.
I am not infatuated,
but addicted.
This need is awful,
but wonderful.

I traded drugs for stress,
and stress for ***,
and *** for a thing
I can not define,
But it is all a drug
to me.
Written by
Jessica May
564
   --- and Rose
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