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You

 

Your lips are like a drug.

Like my own personal Heroine that I can never get enough of.

 

I’ve become addicted to it…

 

It gives me this high that I never want to come down from.

That constant adrenaline that pulses through my veins

and sends shivers down my spine is nostalgic.

 

The way you make me feel is uncomparable. Nothing can give me the high that you do. Then again, I wouldn’t want anybody else to do it.

 

You gave me an addiction that I never want to end… It’s love

 

-A.E.B

 
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