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Post by Lilypool on Feb 17, 2012 1:35:55 GMT -6
BELONGING I never felt like I belonged. At my school. At my house. On my street. Anywhere. Stimulants work by changing the way nerve cells communicate with one another. They increase the amount of dopamine, the chemical that allows you to feel happiness when you're doing something you enjoy. I don't need meth, I don't need coke. You are my meth, you are my coke. You are my drug. "Your love is my drug," couldn't be more accurate. It's why I need you as much as I do. You say that's what worries you. If you fell off the face of the earth, what would I possibly do? Well when drug addicts go cold turkey off their drugs, they're bodies just .. shut down, quit. If you dropped of the face of the earth, I'd just quit. I couldn't handle it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I have allot of masks. Even when I'm around you, I am wearing my "I'm a badass, can't hurt me," mask. But you see through it. I may act tough, I may act strong, but I am not. I am completely reliant on a man who very well may be in love with someone else. My life is in your hands. But just how rough are those hands, the hands that rock my cradle? How long will you keep me suspended in mid-rock, my love? It's been a day, but I don't think I can take this much longer ..
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