Love Junkie Raw Free ^hot^ -

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.

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So for now: Let me be raw. Let me be greedy. Let me be the love junkie who finally admits— the only chain I wear is the one I forged myself. And I call it devotion . I walk into the fire with a match in each hand

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. Because even the withdrawal—the shaking hands, the phantom