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Love drugI am deeply distraught. My mind is consumed of you. Thoughts of our past conversations saturate. Fascination has become a drug. I am hooked. The more I try and not think about you, I find myself. Is there any cure? Rehabilitation comes in the form of life: Stay busy Get a hobby Exercise Change my ways, hair, glasses, everything. I am sure that you would not even recognize me anymore. Magnify my conscience, And you will see I'm addicted. Copyright ©2006 ERIKA HUDSON "Please do not copy and/or distribute without author's permission" Thank you! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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