What does it take to stop wanting him?
I try to find some ways but I'm struggling.
I crave his words like they're nicotine.
All my instincts of warning, I wasn't listening.
He is dangerously alluring.
He's everything I'm addicted to...
A kind of passion that is enduring.
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