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Your lips drip honey. I love the taste of it, I don't get it much, I fantasize it.
Other people's lips drip honey too, but I choose yours.
Because I'm self destructive, always have been.
It's all too terrible your honey is poison to people like me.
It's all too bad I haven't learned not to taste it.
Save me from myself, I want more.
Maybe if I overdose the pain will go away.
I don't know when I've had enough.

Send help.

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