103: Addicted

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You we're my pillow;
   In the sorrow.
My greatest hanky,
   Whenever I'm lonely

You were my happy pill,
    When I couldn't chill.
The dream I once wished,
     That looks like, I'll lose in a swish.

You are that something;
     That I can't have in dreaming.
You weren't my evanescent affection
      You're my addiction.

—You're my drugs
i couldn't breathe without it

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