NO GOOD ADDICTION

Some people feel fated to be in your life. They're that sticky sweet craving you felt from the moment you met until long after the high has melted. But once they excuse themself from your life, you breathe your first lungful of untainted air, never knowing you were addicted until you were painfully sober.

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Doesn't it scare you that you can't decide if you'd rather be blissfully ignorant or powerfully alone.