She had me in her hand but I was the finger pointing the blame. How can I blame her because she had a drug of a different choice her's herion and mine cocaine. Damn these drugs really got me and it pissed me off knowing she was selling her body. She would talk with a sleepy voice and mine was too loud.
I did love her hard and proud. And I believed she loved me once. Our love for each other turned to a love for another "drugs". I should have stayed a single individual. Because now there's so much story telling and neither of us can talk without yelling. it's getting critical and this ain't life. this is hell and it's miserable.
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