You are like a drug; as soon as I have it I am floating on air, and dancing on clouds.
The pain is coming down, coming off of you. I need you immediately and I cannot function without.
So I drink myself numb, to replace the feeling of you, if just for a moment. But, nevertheless, you always find me in my sleep, my dreams.
You are the perfect drug.
8:47 p.m. - 2018-02-17
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