I mean, there's cravings and I shake and I feel sick to my stomach however much I try to hide it so that's bad weird, yet there's you, and the promise that after the cravings and the shaking and the sickness it'll be better, and that's good weird.
I know you would, just as I would, you could be high most all the time and I would still be here with you. I couldn't leave, Bec. *kisses her back just as hard*
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