Shake, Sweat and Grieve

broken20heart1A hopeless fool I am; an addict. My substance of choice does not come in a pill or glass; it’s you. Like a junkie who can’t get a fix I shake, sweat and grieve doing my best to shake this habit since you don’t want me anymore. I feel like I am dying. B.R.


Everyone has an addiction,
mine happens to be you.

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