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Mar 29
It aches me that,
I know that you exist.

I know that you exist without me.

I long for my presence to be addictive.
Treat me like your new favorite drug.

Do you have withdrawals
       when I'm not around.
Written by
Joel  21/M/Germany
(21/M/Germany)   
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