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-Please, get out...
A petition, a prayer, a sentence which hurts us so much, to both of us. But did I have the choice ? A movement in the darkness made me believe that he had got up, but when his lips took imperiously mine, I had no choice but to succumb. Again. Over and over. Reminding me of my eternal weakness. His dope was always a bad mix of nicotine, heroin, coke or meth. But mine, MY dope, the one which made me see the stars, the one which guzzle me and destroy me, the one which made me crazy and made me scream my hatred for it as my addiction, it was him.
He and his fucking messy hair, his cheekbone too sharp, his eyes too blue, the body too slender and everything that made him what he was. And I hated him for that, as much as I loved him. Because every time I approached him, it was to suffer and ask for more. It was to begin crazy and beg him to come back. And when his tongue crossed my lips in an authoritative way, tearing a groan from me, when my hands held his shirt so tightly that I heard the seams crack, I definitely knew that I couldn't push him back. Because he was my dope. My "dirty dope" as he says, to provoke me. But he's so right.
And this, since the beginning.