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Love is like nicotine.
Once you've tried it once, you can't get enough.
You say you can live without it.
But you know you're lying to yourself.
That's why heartbreak physically hurts.
The way withdrawals physically hurt.
It makes you sick to your stomach.
You say it's the last time.
But it's not.
It's the final act, for now.
You can try to take a long break from it.
But it always comes slithering back.
Like a shadow you can't hide from.
You can't stop thinking about it.
You sit through your normal life.
Thinking about when your next fix is.
It fills your lungs and makes you feel good.
But shortly after you feel it in your stomach.
Like a poison slowly killing you.
Nicotine is like love.
Love, or lack thereof, can hurt
(read it all backward now)
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