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It's pulling me this need this ache this grinding all consuming addiction that I thought I had overcome only to find that it's slowly causing me to be quite undone. I crawl, literally crawl to move away to stop myself from trying to say ***please, just please come back to me-- I used to hold you close used to always have you at my beck and call and oh, my god, what I would give for just one more draw, one more puff a long, slow, lingering inhale of your taste, and yes, your scent--*** too bad I'm broke have not a dime cause I spent every penny I had left on wine and bread you see, I truly thought my love for you was dead-- but now that you're not available at all-- I find myself wishing I could just answer your lingering call...
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
It's Pulling Me...
It's pulling me this need this ache this grinding all consuming addiction that I thought I had overcome only to find that it's slowly causing me to be quite undone. I crawl, literally crawl to move away to stop myself from trying to say ***please, just please come back to me-- I used to hold you close used to always have you at my beck and call and oh, my god, what I would give for just one more draw, one more puff a long, slow, lingering inhale of your taste, and yes, your scent--*** too bad I'm broke have not a dime cause I spent every penny I had left on wine and bread you see, I truly thought my love for you was dead-- but now that you're not available at all-- I find myself wishing I could just answer your lingering call...
Sometimes I just miss smoking those **** cancer sticks, you know? I hope I can stay strong and not give in... it's been years, but somehow the urge hits me again and again... does it ever just STOP? (the urge to smoke?)
ami-shae
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
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