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Aug 2016
She's like a drug,
You get hooked, you can't live without her.
She's like Mary-Jane.

You keep hoping each time the hit will last, But you can never get enough. She gets into your bloodstream, she's the needle in your vein.

You keep going back,
You just have no choice.
She's like cigarettes,
She's not good for me,

But God, oh God...

She's so **** addictive.
I never really understood why people often compare drugs to the ones they love, at least I didn't until today. I really love her. And despite everything, I'll keep going back for more. Someone be my rehab, someone help me cold turkey
Saint Jimmy
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Saint Jimmy  20/M/Portsmouth
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