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I injected him into my veins so many times, even when I knew that he was going to kill me eventually, that now there's more of him in my bloodstream than there is actual blood. and the sick part? I don't even notice it anymore. it's like a constant background noise or the static you hear when you turn the radio down real low. it's always there- the ache and sting of missing him.

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