Her Addiction

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By Jamie

You said that was it and that you were done. How stupid was I to believe you had won? But within the week you were back on the street. While you were high as a kite, my world was no longer bright. You couldn't help bc you weren't there and even if you were, I know you wouldn't care. You love that pipe and I understand, really I do. But would it be so bad to love me too bc for some reason I still love you. You used to be so funny, sweet, and kind but now do you even know whats going on in your own mind ? Now all you do is blatantly stare and ever so slowly move your hair. You move like your in slow motion. Its like your drugs a potion. Well mom before you go heres a four leaf clover who knows it might help you get sober...

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