Just the things you do

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By Your Everlasting

He doesn't love you, just the things you do. He's toxic for you, a poison disguised as an antidote for your problems. You're taking his pills everyday, overdosing. Injecting his lies into your bloodstream and snorting his games through your nasal passageway. You're not really addicted to him, you're addicted to not being alone and it's killing you. -K

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