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Why am I so addicted To the feeling of your mind and soul leaving your body. The way the smoke harshly exits your lips, the way all of your pleasure focuses to your abdomen, or the way that the Corona gushed down the back of your throat. No matter the vice, I wish for it. I long for it. The worst of my addictions, however, Is you.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
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Why am I so addicted To the feeling of your mind and soul leaving your body. The way the smoke harshly exits your lips, the way all of your pleasure focuses to your abdomen, or the way that the Corona gushed down the back of your throat. No matter the vice, I wish for it. I long for it. The worst of my addictions, however, Is you.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
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