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Jun 2021
If love is a drug,
I'm just dying for a hit.

It's sad and it's lonely,
but I miss the way it lit,
the mundane humdrum routines,
of this dismal, taxing world.
Written by
Eyelash Wishes
  312
   ap and Cumulonimbus
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