wasnting

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I could be addicted to heroine, but your love is so much brighter I could swim around in a pool of alcohol,
It started with a touch, a feel, a glimpse. The way your name feels, so soft on my lips. The sound of you, it drives me crazy. They mention your name, I love you, baby. You bring back feelings, long pushed away.
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