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If love is a drug Of course I’m an addict. And if I fall off the wagon I want to hit the ground- I want to fall all the way to hell Shake hands with the devil And do the thing Properly. What’s the point in rationing something You know you will always crave And never have enough of? I could spend every day with you for the rest of time And still want more. So Knowing that Why wouldn’t I try For a few more minutes? Why wouldn’t I take Every bit of happiness I can get? I intend to **** the marrow out of life And make sure that if I must someday Starve I will at least have known what it felt like To feel whole first. I want to ache for something I’ve had and lost, Not worry after something I’ve never known: If I am going down anyway, I want to go down In flames.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
Dopamine
If love is a drug Of course I’m an addict. And if I fall off the wagon I want to hit the ground- I want to fall all the way to hell Shake hands with the devil And do the thing Properly. What’s the point in rationing something You know you will always crave And never have enough of? I could spend every day with you for the rest of time And still want more. So Knowing that Why wouldn’t I try For a few more minutes? Why wouldn’t I take Every bit of happiness I can get? I intend to **** the marrow out of life And make sure that if I must someday Starve I will at least have known what it felt like To feel whole first. I want to ache for something I’ve had and lost, Not worry after something I’ve never known: If I am going down anyway, I want to go down In flames.
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Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
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