Love Dope
They say love is a drug, so addicting and gives you a high that you can't come down from. But what they dont tell you is what happens when the high is gone and all your left with is all the hurt, that the drug took you're mind off of. You've become a fien. Desperately searching for anyone and anywhere that will give you just a little hit. You get used a couple hundred times but this new pyshical drug makes you forget until the thoughts come lingering back. This pain that you feel that oh so closely resembles the hurt of a heart attack.
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