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Truth is, most of us are junkies. Always chasing for that hit, paying with our hearts, all for the high we get from the sweetest drug called love. But I promised myself that I’ll be sober and clean. I need to get you out of my system.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
Junkies
Truth is, most of us are junkies. Always chasing for that hit, paying with our hearts, all for the high we get from the sweetest drug called love. But I promised myself that I’ll be sober and clean. I need to get you out of my system.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
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