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I am all but an addict, Though I need to feel the connection, I crave like a smoker craves a smoke. Before you sit, and let the comments flow forth, Just remember. I am all but an addict. My cravings are ones of a rich man, Who needs not to expect. But as time comes closer, The fear may run it away My heart is racing, My legs are shaking, Eyes are wide as ones could be. As I withdraw I withdraw for you, As love is a drug that kills.. Ryan Devery 2017 19th of may.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
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I am all but an addict, Though I need to feel the connection, I crave like a smoker craves a smoke. Before you sit, and let the comments flow forth, Just remember. I am all but an addict. My cravings are ones of a rich man, Who needs not to expect. But as time comes closer, The fear may run it away My heart is racing, My legs are shaking, Eyes are wide as ones could be. As I withdraw I withdraw for you, As love is a drug that kills.. Ryan Devery 2017 19th of may.
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