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desire for love of a drug the feeling it gives no human does where were my parents why couldn't they care the love of a brother who was always, never there eye learned from the best no need to second guess eye try to stop the pain but will it be in vain try as eye might eye can't get myself to leave eye'm past the point of utter deciet for it is my friend it's always been there the only one who loves me is the one who isn't there (kinda morbid and depressing...eye abwhore sleeping...sometimes eye'll have been up for so long eye can't think straight...so eye write...eye love it...especially when eye go back and read it)