My voice is slowly taken from me, as I become what you have allowed. You have used my need and destroyed me. My love for you is an addiction. You are narcotic in form. I need you to live. And yet, as I partake, I am slowly killing myself. Oh, to quit you. Oh that I would desire to.
Reason for writing:
I couldn't go to sleep until I had written this down.
Birth sign: Virgo
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