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This addiction 
has the worst withdrawals. They leave you feeling completely empty and 
alone until you get the next hit. Shaking in anticipation, preparing for the next fix. Face forward, inhale. Hear your heart race through my head. Pounding anxiously, waiting. Finally, the collision creates a moment of pure ecstasy in my addict body. Pressed in close to confuse your heartbeat and the motion of your lungs. The worst withdrawls, but the best high.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Oxytocin
This addiction 
has the worst withdrawals. They leave you feeling completely empty and 
alone until you get the next hit. Shaking in anticipation, preparing for the next fix. Face forward, inhale. Hear your heart race through my head. Pounding anxiously, waiting. Finally, the collision creates a moment of pure ecstasy in my addict body. Pressed in close to confuse your heartbeat and the motion of your lungs. The worst withdrawls, but the best high.
brielle-byrne
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
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