It’s those little specks of hope, that make me stay. The 1 text where you say, “I matter” to you, followed up by the 100 that say I don’t. It’s the little kiss on my shoulder after you fuck me up so badly, I can hardly stand. You know I’m addicted. When I’m yours, you don’t care, but when I try to leave, you grab my hand and coax me to stay.
Please help me. I’m addicted to the glimmer.
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