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Compassionate and deep, like ocean waves you drew me in. You weren’t like the others. Your soul was pure, or so I thought. My heart was fragile, your hands were gentle. You knew all the right words, but rarely ever said them. The push and pull felt like a drug. Bad for my health, you were my high. I craved your touch, your taste, your words. You ran through my veins, kept my heart beating. But like a drug, I withdrawal, and you withheld. Withheld your thoughts, your feelings, your true colors. You turned out to be the worst kind. Dishonest, and distant, you pushed me away, I couldn’t help but crave you. My heart didn’t have much to give, even so I catered to you. The further you pushed, the harder I pulled, though I’ve never been strong. I had to get off the roller coaster, I had to get clean. I let go, no longer pushing, no longer seeing you in that blinding light. Now sober, the feeling you once gave me wore off. The feeling no longer gives the same comfort, your taste is now bitter and sharp. I see you for what you are. The grasp you held on me was strong as you took and took and took. Like a creature, you fed on my soul, took pleasure in seeing the purity and innocence that once was disappear. Perhaps that was your intention all along, feeding on others to make yourself whole, but your whole is just a mask as it’s not yours, but pieces of me, and those that came before me. Our pain, our-
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