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Jul 2014
Adrenaline pulses through my body with every touch.
You make me feel so alive.
I find it quite ironic.
One minute you make me feel like I'm 16 again,
So young, naive, and in love.
And the next minute you become the monster I never thought you would be.
The thing with love though,
Is that you can never get enough of it.
No matter how bad you treat me,
I still can't stop coming back for more.
We are like a magnetic field.
Roaming until we find each other.
We always do.
We always will.
I love that.
Wild-Youth
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