Love Junkie Raw: Free ((top))

One day this will kill me. Or it won’t. Maybe I’ll wake up clean, indifferent, scrolling past your name without a tremor. That scares me more than the sickness.

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But here’s the punchline they don’t warn you about: I am not a hostage. I am a volunteer. love junkie raw free

I walk into the fire with a match in each hand. I choose the crash. I choose the spiral. Because even the withdrawal—the shaking hands, the phantom limb of your laugh—feels more real than a safe, quiet, unloved life.

Call me junkie. I’ll wear the track marks of every fight, every make-up, every time you left and I still left the door unlocked. One day this will kill me

No filter. No cure. No apology.

I don’t need a needle. I don’t need a glass pipe or a crumpled bill. I need your thumb tracing my clavicle at 3 a.m. I need the hit of your voice—hoarse, half-asleep, saying my name like a dare. That scares me more than the sickness

They say addiction is a disease. Then give me the terminal kind. Let me chase the dragon of your first kiss forever. Let me overdose on the way you looked at me before we knew what to call this.