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Apr 2013
I knew I was hooked
But I couldn’t stop
Whenever I got up
I started falling
It broke me
It cracked every little piece of me
To a finer powder of despair
I needed help
But there were no meetings
For addicts like me
No one to help me
No one to help me get over my addiction
Because
**My addiction was you
Ironatmosphere
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   Tonya Maria, --- and Samantha
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