Addiction - by Noctuary
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I hate the fact that I am never alone
That you are there in my daylight hours
You invade my dreams
Even when they are not about you
But they are always about you
I have no peace
No sense of myself
I don’t remember life before you
Me, before you
There is a space between daylight and sleep
Where you don’t exist
I take my first breath
And you are there
