Why do we want things that we know are bad for us?
Is it the thrill that we get from living on the edge of destruction?
Does danger seem alluring, does it seem enticing to be broken?
Or maybe we just want to feel pain so at least we feel something, because, let's face it, we're all dead inside.
You're like poison to me, filling my veins and clouding my lungs, and when you leave I'm left clawing for a breath of fresh air, because while you intoxicate me with everything that's bad for my health, you're the only thing keeping me alive.
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