He was bad for me; Just as bringing a cigarette to my lips is. But I couldn't resist the urge I got with him. He was my high.
"But no matter how damaged, he was still capable of loving, and being loved."
He was bad for me; Just as bringing a cigarette to my lips is. But I couldn't resist the urge I got with him. He was my high.
"But no matter how damaged, he was still capable of loving, and being loved."
'His affection was once a drug for me, and God forbid.
His love will be my undoing....'
My heart was broken; slowly and gradually over time by the people I loved and trusted. So I turned my pain int...