My parents told me to not bother drugs.
Not to do them.
What happens when there is a drug?
Yet, it's not the ones that aim at the brain, but our hearts.
What if the that drug is someone you love?
They never warned me about that.
And now I'm just sitting alone, with my mind and heart, wanting more of that someone.
Their touch.
Their scent.
Their words.
Their eyes.
Their lips.
Everything.
They're the type of drug I want when I feel blue.
The type of drug I would run too.
My only DRUG.
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