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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

He Keeps Me Alive

You,
I hate how you take me for granted.
I hate how you’re selfish
I hate how you put your pleasure before minea
I hate how I always come second
 
But,
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream
You’re coursing through my veins
You’re flowing in my arteries
 
And,
Try as I may, I cannot rid myself of you
You’re the reason behind my existence
I cannot claw out the very thing that keeps me alive

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