as wrong as it seems, I feel like I'm weak..
I'm addicted to you, though we never do speak.
that one text you sent me, gives me meaning this week.
And one more thing for my mind to trace.
Like a drug for the user,
you are my abuser,
the reason for all that I do.
And whether there ever is never a chaser...
I'll still take the dosage of you.
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