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September 1, 2008
Heís my cure, like a drug that lifts me up. He gives me delusions and psychedelic dreams. Yet like any other drug, itís only a temporary high. After the ecstasy is over, here comes the dragging feeling of loneliness and wanting more. I want more to forget. To forget that I want to forget. And no donít get me wrong, Iím not treating him like a band aidójust something to cover my wound until it heals completely. Heís more like a medicine. As Iíve said, like a drug. Did I make any sense?