I miss the rush, 
the release, 
my dopamine, 
my beautiful heroine 
addicted to you,
I never felt so blue.
It was inevitable 
that I would lose 
lost in the hues of my 
perfect muse.
Intoxicated in your mist  
searching out my sweet bliss, 
hoping for anything but

indifference.

Be my nepenthe 
and chase away the sorrow 
that leaves me so hollow.

My chemical high, 
my sweet ...

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